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DRIPPING | jake sully x reader [mini series pt. 3]

Your eyes flick open as you wake up, the morning blessing you with a spit of rain, as it feathers at your skin and dampens your clothes. It takes you a minute to readjust to your surroundings, met with wet grass, and a missing warm body that once laid beside you. You blink hard, recalling the events of last night and suddenly feeling the warm ache sat between your thighs. It was a nice ache, gave you a recalling flush. You notice the darkened spots on your hips, bruises. Notice the dirt pressed and smudged into your knees, appearing like someone's tried brushing it off but it only sort of worked. You find your clothes to be back on you, mysteriously.

You look around for Jake.

He isn't here. You feel your chest tighten and your heart do a little drop. You mentally kick yourself for it, because you both obviously knew it was just sex and nothing else to it. Like, it was some sort of mutual thinking that no strings were attached. Definitely.

It's gonna fuck up your lessons, that's for sure. For all you know, he's gonna start giving you dick sucking lessons.

But seriously, you were stuck. You still had that.. hole buried in your chest, it hadn't been filled. Not with his fingers, not with his whole body. It was just there. You were frustrated. At so many things. At Jake, at his sudden attitude towards you lately, at your unwavering attraction towards him, at yourself.

You fold yourself, knees tucked in, and your arms wrapped around them as your chin rests on it. A rain drop hits your face, rolling down your cheek as if it was a tear of your own. The irony of it almost makes you laugh.

Today's your break day, which means you can spend it however you like.

You decide to start the day by spending it down at the river. You strip yourself of your clothes, laying it beside the stream. As soon as you dip a toe in, you already feel a whoosh of calmness rush through you. You dive into the water, the coolness soothing your achy muscles and easing up your tense mind. You wet your hair, whisking your hands through it and getting rid of any sweat or grime you had on your body from the past day.

It was in the middle of the night, and Jake was wide awake as you sleep soundly, buried into his body as he supports you with his arm. He can just hear the sound of your gentle snoring, and by Eywa, is it the most adorable noise he's ever heard. He looks down to your face, and he doesn't think he's ever seen you this close before.

He catches the gentle curls of your eyelashes, the plump of your lips that are barely agape, the white glowy dots that freckle your forehead and cheeks. You're such a pretty girl, with a heart so full of fire and passion, it's almost overwhelming. You're almost overwhelming.

Guilt pangs his chest as he thinks back to the last few days, with the way he's been treating you. It's embarrassing, almost. And it's nothing to even do with you or your actions, it's his own stupid fault that he's just so intrigued by you. He's attempted to ignore it so many times, tried to push it deep down his chest and lock it away, even had a few warm bodies to lie next to him to numb the unexpected attraction. But it didn't work, it wasn't you.

But now that he finally had gotten to touch you, to touch your lips and your body and your femininity... it felt like something was missing. Like something hadn't been filled and it should've been.

He looks to you again, brushes out the few strays of your hair that wave in front of your face. He focuses on your forehead, and he hesitates, but overall decides to give it a gentle kiss, and his lips stay on your skin for a longer time for it to just be platonic.

He decides to lay there just for another few seconds, to adore in the way your warm body curls against his. Then he's slowly moving away from you, and his heart pulls at the way you instinctively reach out for him, eyebrows gently pinching together as a quiet groan pulls from your your lips.

His eyes land on your knees, cringing at the dirt dug violently deep into them. Treated her like a real princess, didn't you Jake, he thought. He lets a tsk morph from his tongue, softly placing his hands on your knees as he attempts to rub away the dirt. It works, sort of.

Jake finds your clothes and slips them back onto you, making sure to use the most gentle fingers he could manage. He catches the way you shiver at his touch. He finds the softest place on the grass that's near, and picks your head up gently and places it down onto the spot. He thinks about giving you another kiss, but he decides against it.

Then he leaves, but not without sparing you one last glance.

He spots you the next night in the river when in the middle of hunting, bare bodied and swimming freely in the water. You take his breath away, quite literally, as much as he didn't want to admit it. The sweetest, most gentle smile on your face as you soar through the bright water, wetting your hair and raking your fingers through it. He lets his eyes slip to your naked chest, the water of the river sprinkled on your blue skin and flicking at the glowed dots.

He makes no movement in going forward, his eyes locked on you from afar. You reach out and pick up a lily pad, circling your finger around its green face. He has to pull himself away, and for the second time, he glances back to you when walking off.

A friend of yours had told you about a festival within the village that was happening tonight. You hadn't even known about it, too busy focusing on the lessons and the specific na'vi giving you said lessons.

"I don't know," you say, wincing out your hair of the water quenched in it from the river.

"Come on," she whines, pushing your shoulder softly in a teasing motion. "Let loose. You need to relax! You haven't had the chance to."

She was right, you hadn't had the chance to. You've been so pent up with frustration and longing for Jake, you haven't even took the time to just relax. It was the first time in ages that you were actually calm this morning. So why not?

Jake sits at his throned seat, watching the people dance and yelp around the large bon of fire. They wear long materials dazzled with gems and beads on their arms that drape down, like a butterfly's wings. He doesn't even try to hide his tiredness, even goes far by wiping his eyelids gently.

Mo'at sees his moping state, and tilts her head, beckoning him with a flick of her wrist, displaying her colorful wings of dress. He puts an open hand up, shaking his head softly with a put-on gentle smile. She screws her mouth up, turns her back to him before yelping out a chant. He watches as women grab their mates, or any man available, and bring them into dance circle. The women have two beaded necklaces, the first one with long vibrant feathers that dangle loosely around the thread, and the second bigger one looped with tough leather and black-blue feathers. They take the biggest one off and wrap it around their partner's neck.

They line up in two lines, doing the same dance that he's seen a hundred times before. That he's done fifty times before.

He catches a group of girls huddling together, giggling before they push a girl out, and she walks slowly towards him. He leans his elbow on the chair arm, rests his chin on his fist as he examines the young girl. She was cute, had a few purple flowers tucked into her hair and a beaded top that barely covered her chest.

"Hello, Jake Sully, Toruk Makto. Would you like to join me in dance?"

Jake finds amusement in the way she flushes, and it's cute. "Thank you but I'm alright," he politely declines, to which she pouts at as she awkwardly tucks hair behind her feline ear. She excuses herself, saying something to her friends that he couldn't quite catch but he knows it's insulting him in some sort of way. He'd insult himself too.

He sinks back into his chair, a huff leaving his mouth. Then he spots something that makes him change his bored position.

He spots you, getting dragged into the dance by a girl, a friend probably. Blue crystals and gold beads wrap around your body by thread, light blue wings that hung at your arms and black leather that tied with your feathered loincloth and wrapped around your thighs. You had a top on in the shape of a V, which then had gold strips hanging under your breasts that curved and met your back. It seemed like you had just taken all of your braids out because your hair was folded in gentle waves, smooth and wild as it draped to your shoulders. You looked ethereal.

You laugh as your friend tosses you around, moving your arms wildly. Jake notices a boy named Selkath making his way towards you from behind.

Jake straightens from his chair, sucking in a deep breath through his chest. He looks like trouble. He's only young, around the same age as you and he's got the most shit-eating grin on his face. He touches your shoulder, and you turn your head around. Jake's grip on his chair tightens, fingers tensed as he eyes the boy leaning his head into you, whispering something that has you covering your mouth and laughing. Why would you be laughing? Jake bets it wasn't even funny and you're just laughing because it's awkward and you want to get away from him.

Selkath reaches his arm out to you, and you accept it. You take off your second necklace with one hand, slide it gently over his head and around his neck. Then he places his grubby little hands on your body, grinning down at you like he's gonna gobble you up like a fresh piece of fruit. Like hell Jake's gonna let that happen.

You laugh as you spread out your arms and sway your hips, the beads and crystals you layered onto your body swishing in motion. You connect hands with him, interlocking fingers and shaking them up, and slowing them side to side on the way down.

Jake's leg starts to bounce.

You turn your back to him, facing Jake's eyes, and sway your arms up and down, your hips following the movements and it's entrancing, your motions like water swishing from side to side. Selkath enjoys it a little bit too much for Jake's liking, as he stares at parts of your body that makes Jake growl. You grab Selkath's hands again from behind you, bringing them up and down in front of you, then bringing them back up again. His hands ghost over your chest in the process.

Jake's nose twitches, and he begins to poke his tongue at his teeth harshly. Anger bubbles through his body, boiling at his head and it's almost ready to burst.

Selkath spins you around, tucking your hair behind your eyes and gives your hand a quick kiss, letting it linger for a second as he stares you down like a snack and it’s the final thing to make something snap in Jake. He rises from his chair, as he strides his way over to you both.

“Mind sharing?” he asks once he meets the pair, snatching your hands away from Selkath’s and he puts them on his shoulders, turning your body away from the confused na’vi. Your eyes are wide, surprise displayed on your face. It was obvious you hadn’t realised he was there.

You glare up at him, moving your hands down his chest as you continue to do the dance. “What are you doing?”

“I’m a better dancer than him,” he quips, but your face remains the same. It takes him aback.

“Yeah,” you say, something swirling in your eyes and it isn’t a nice swirl. “But I bet he doesn’t leave a woman stranded.”

He blinks down at you, his mouth falling agape as you brush your arms off of him and leave the area, leaving him, a man, stranded.

MWAHAHAHAHA I KNOW IM EVIL. part 4? 🤗

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age-of-greta · 7 months

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Season Of The Witch

Author’s note: hi!! Saved the best for last, here is week 4/ the finale of our spooky series!! Hope you guys have enjoyed reading them as much as I did writing them. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! Stay spooky I’ll see you guys back soon with tarot series #3 ;) vibes!!

Pairing: Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, angst, lots of sexual content, minors DNI

Word count: 8k (oops)

Rain lightly drizzled as you stared out the window of your Uber. Orange and red luminescent glow lit up the pavement and the streets were lined with fall leaves. Despite approximately two shots of tequila coursing through your stomach you still felt odd about tonight.

“You okay babe?”

That sounded foreign coming from his mouth. You forced a small smile and nodded.

“Yes Matty. I’m good.”

He smiled back and placed his hand on your thigh. You had been seeing Matt for 2 weeks now, give or take a few days.

“Who’s party is this again?” He asked, turning his head to look at you.

“A friend’s. I’ve known him for what feels like forever.” You respond, smiling back on fleeting fond memories.

“Ah.” Matt starts. “Does this friend have a name?”

You nod and laugh. “He does. It’s Josh.”

“Josh.” Matt says slowly. “Well I’m glad he allowed me to come. I’m excited to be your date.”

“Me too.” You say with faux confidence.

A part of you felt bad. You already knew how this night was going to go, but Matt didn’t. There wasn’t anything wrong with Matt. He was conventionally very attractive. Dark curly hair, blue eyes, firm build, tall- god he hated when you went out with tall guys. Matt was a doctor. He was kind, smart, and funny. But there was one problem: he wasn’t him.

You and Jake had just broken up again around a month ago. But you hadn’t seen him in 3 weeks, since you last hooked up. You see, you and Jake were always on and off. Hot and cold. Burning passion with freezing intensity. At first things were fine. You met a few years ago and a drunken hookup in a bar flourished into a relationship. It was great for almost two years. Completely head over heels. Then one day it all went to shit. No real rhyme or reason, just a giant fight that you can’t even remember. The problem was neither one of you could let go of the other. Tethered to each other like an eternal curse. Ever since you have bounced in and out of each other’s lives like ping pong balls. Tonight was no exception. A Halloween party thrown by Josh. You had been invited before but Josh had texted you last week confirming you would still be there. Despite the shit with you and Jake the others felt like family to you.

“I believe we’re here.” The Uber driver says, putting the car in park.

“Thanks man. Happy Halloween.” Matt says, pulling out his wallet and handing the guy a twenty.

Matt gets out of the car and rushes to open your door. He reaches in and grabs your hand, helping you out of the car. Your outfit was relentless. It was definitely the sluttiest outfit you had ever put on your body. That was done intentionally. You wore a black latex bodycon dress, skin tight with your breasts pushed up and spilling out of the top. The material barely hit your mid thigh. You wore matching latex black platform calf boots with it. Your hair was full and blown out with loose curls and glitter hairspray. You had on a full face of sultry makeup, heavy on the eyelashes, bronzer, and lipgloss. You were calling yourself a witch, though the only indication of that would be the small black pentagram choker you had on with matching earrings. Your whole body was shimmering with glowy body oil and your nails were black almond shaped. You almost suffocated yourself with the amount of perfume you applied. It was the most extra you had ever been, but Halloween was your favorite holiday and seeing Jake’s face would be priceless. When Matt had come over to your apartment he had to adjust his pants after a mere hug in this get up. Matt was dressed as a zombie doctor. He had just tattered up a pair of his old scrubs, but he did look good. You saw their house illuminated with lit pumpkins and purple lights. Soft thuds lit up the house as you heard Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix get louder with every step. The rain had stopped and Matt had his arm linked with yours to balance you up the driveway. When you finally got up to the porch you adjusted your dress before opening the door, you were beyond knocking. The smell of fog machines, marijuana, various liquors, and sweat assaulted your senses as you entered the house. It was dark, only lit by soft automatic candle lights or fluorescent orange string lights. It was loud as Hendrix continued to billow out of the speakers.

“Oh shit!”

You heard from across the room, your eyes darted to see Sam beelining towards you. You grinned and embraced him in a hug.

“Fuck look at you.” He said, giving you a twirl. “So spooky.”

You let out a laugh. “Thanks Sammy. I dig your costume too. Eh- what exactly is it?”

He stares at you blankly. “I’m obviously a Niagara Falls tourist… that fell in.”

He points towards his outfit, cargo shorts, a white “I <3 Niagara Falls” t-shirt with blood smeared, a broken camera around his neck, a yellow tattered poncho also blood stained, and a fake bloody nose.

“I fucking love it.” You said with a laugh. “Very original.”

“There you are!”

You see Josh heading towards you, he’s dressed up as Elvis. “I was starting to think you had bailed on me.”

You smile and hug him. “Never.”

“Ooh you look hot.” Josh compliments, then looks to the side of you. “Oh sorry. Who’s this?”

You had almost forgotten Matt was standing there for a moment. “Josh, Sam, -this is Matt. He’s my date.” You say with a smile.

Sam smirks as Josh throws his hand out to introduce himself.

“Hey man, thanks for letting me come. I’m excited to get to meet all of her friends.” Matt announces politely, shaking hands with Josh.

Sam snickers. “Oh yeah. You’ll enjoy meeting everyone. Listen hot stuff, I’ve got to refill the fog machines and find Daniel. I’ll catch up with you later.” He quickly pecks the top of your head and scurries off to the crowd.

Josh smiles at Matt. “He’s a little shit, pay him no mind. You guys should hit the bar and grab some drinks. If the good shit is gone you know where to find the stash. Have fun you crazy kids.” Josh says, patting your back and starting to walk off yelling at someone to put a vase down.

“Shall we?” You ask Matt, taking his hand.

“Lead the way.” He replies with a smile.

You were only at the entrance of the house, so you tried to keep it cool and not scan around for Jake. You knew he’d be slinking around here somewhere with a drink in hand. You pushed past bodies and smiled when you saw Danny in the kitchen making drinks. As you headed that direction you saw him out of the corner of your eye. You only caught a brief glimpse of him in your peripheral, but you could feel his eyes searing into you. He was standing by the bathroom door, arms folded, and drink in hand just as you had predicted. You felt emboldened by that.

“Hey Matty?” You fluttered your lashes at him and got closer to his ear. “I’m going to run to the bathroom and fix my lipgloss. Would you mind getting us drinks? See the guy with the long curly hair? His name is Danny, he’s a friend. Tell him you’re with me and he’ll hook us up.”

He looked down at you focusing on your lips and placed his hand on the small of your back. “Yeah of course. I’ll meet you over there.”

You smiled up at him and nodded, before parting ways. You knew Jake was still watching you. You headed straight for the bathroom, not even bothering to glance at him. He beat you to the bathroom door.

“Sorry doll. Out of order. You can go use mine though.” That cocky grin spread on his face.

You scoffed and looked at him. “They made you bathroom police tonight? That’s quite a fitting job for you Jake.”

He smiled briefly at your banter. “Funny. What exactly are you wearing?”

“Did you get confused again? It’s Halloween, this is a costume.” You said, in a patronizing tone.

Jake’s eyes raked all over your body as he bit his lip. “A costume huh? I think dental floss would have been less revealing.”

“Oh please. As if you have room to talk. What are you? A half assed pirate again?”

He flicked his eyes up to you. “What is your costume? A whore?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes Jake, I’m a whore. That’s my costume. You’ve cracked the code with that big brain yet again.”

He looks straight in your eyes, somewhat of a playful tone creeps out. “Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Ha.” You state blankly. “Actually I’m a witch.”

You point to your pentagram necklace and Jake chuckles.

“I said, tell me something I don’t know, doll.”

He reaches up and lightly touches your necklace. That was enough to send goosebumps up your spine, but you would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

He took a step closer to you. “Wanna just skip all of this and go upstairs?”

You felt something bubble inside of you. But before you could retort someone came up right next to Jake, putting her hand on his arm and handing him a cup.

He smirked at you and glanced back at her. “Thanks Mere.” Then he wrapped his arm around her. Fucker.

She was short and petite with a blonde bob and fair skin, dressed up as Alice from Alice in Wonderland in a store bought costume.

This was one of the sick and twisted games you would play. Dangling other people in front of each other. You had only done it two other times and it drove Jake crazy. The first, all you had done was flirt with a guy in a bar and Jake snatched you up and brought you home to remind you who you belonged to. The second, you had gone on a date with someone right next to their studio. It didn’t take long for Jake to see your car and catch on to your antics. Jake had done this on countless occasions. Flirting, using his undeniable charm on poor women he had no intentions with. These things never went really far. Just enough to piss you off before he inevitably took you home. You tried to pretend that it didn’t bother you, but he knew how bad it did.

You tried not to glare at her.

“You’re welcome. The beer by the fire is so much better than what’s in the kitchen.” She beams at him. Gross.

Then she turns towards you, absolutely judging what you’re wearing. She made a reactionary face that she quickly tried to hide. But you saw it. Before any words could be exchanged Matt is by your side again.

“Here you go babe.”

He hands you a cup full of something that Danny had made and you smile up at him.

“Thank you Matty.” You put a little bit of a show on, but not too much. Yet.

You glance back over at Jake who is visibly scowling at you.

“Oh sorry. Matt this is Jake and- Mere is it?”

The blonde extends her hand. “Meredith.”

“Meredith.” You say with a smile. “How long have you known Jake?”

She seems a little taken aback by the question, you could care less.

“Well I guess only a few days.” She admits with a laugh. “We met through some mutual friends. How do you know each other?”

You smiled at her. “Oh same!” Then you look directly into Jake’s eyes. “Mutual friends.”

Meredith glances oddly between you and Jake. She clears her throat and looks at Matt. “And how long have you two been together?” She asks, trying to change the subject.

Matt smiles and wraps his hand around your waist. “Almost three weeks now. I’ve got to say, no complaints. Time flies when you’re having fun.”

Shit had it been three weeks? You glanced over at Jake who was shooting daggers at you. You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and smiled up at Jake and Meredith.

“Well it was lovely to meet you. We’ll get out of your hair. Don’t want to intrude. Have a good night Jake.”

He makes a face at you as you grab Matt’s hand and lead him away. Matt looks at you slightly confused once you find a spot.

“What?” You ask with a shrug.

He smiles and shakes his head. “Nothing. I take it you’re not a fan of them?”

You breathe out a laugh. “Now why would you say something like that?”

He grins at you. “So mischievous. What am I going to do with you?”

You step closer to him and put your hand on his chest. “Hopefully something inappropriate.”

His eyes were filled with lust as he took you in. This is the most forward you had ever been with him, but you knew Jake’s eyes were still on you. You leaned in and placed a small kiss on his cheek. His hands wrapped around your waist, but you pulled away quickly, shooting him a smile. His cheeks had dusted a light shade of pink as he bashfully grinned back at you. You saw Jake already heading towards you, but you took Matt’s hand and led him outside.

“Let’s see the fire!” You half yelled over the music.

“I’ll follow you anywhere.” He responded in a giddy tone.

You lead him outside, quick to evade Jake’s interruption. There were only a few people standing outside, Danny being one of them.

“Hi stranger.” You said, coming up behind him.

He spun around on his heels and gave you a knowing smile. “There she is. I take it, you liked your drink?”

You nodded. “Best damn bartender at every event.”

He bows at you. “I aim to please. I’ve already met Matt here. Seems like a stand up guy.”

Matt chuckles at him as Danny gives him a glance.

“You’re right.” You respond. “Hey you wanna make s’mores?”

“I’ll get them. You guys finish your conversation.” Matt offers, rubbing your back and heading to the fire.

Danny looks down at you.

“What?” You ask.

“He seems nice.” Danny offers.

“He is.” You say, glancing at Matt dipping three marshmallows in fire.

“Uh-huh.” Danny pauses. “And how does Jake feel about that?”

You shift your eyes back to Danny. “It doesn’t matter how he feels about it.”

Danny sucks in his cheeks and lets out a laugh. “Right. You two are trouble, you know that?”

“Oh I’m well aware.” You retort. “Did Sam ever find you?”

Danny sips his beer. “I haven’t seen him in- I dunno an hour maybe?”

“Oh. Well when I arrived he was looking for you. Something about fog machines?”

Danny cuts his eyes. “Oh hell no. I am not doing that shit again. That was his job.”

You chuckle. “Sounds like Sam.”

“Fuck. There he is. I’m dipping before he catches a whiff that I’m out here. Don’t rat on me.” Danny says, holding his finger up playfully at you.

You salute him. “Scout’s honor.”

“Good luck with that.” Danny points towards Matt.

You wave him off and he quickly walks the other way toward the house.

Sam catches your sight and approaches you. “You seen Daniel?”

You purse your lips at him. “Nope.”

“Slippery fucker.” He says, barely above a whisper.

You cackle.

“Oh by the way Jake’s pissed. He’s slamming shit in the kitchen. Want a beer?”

You let out a breath. “Most definitely.”

Sam heads towards the keg just as Matt is making his way back to you with three s’mores.

“Where did Danny go?”

“Bartender emergency.” You lie, taking the s’more he made for you. “Thank you.”

Sam came back over and handed you a cup of beer before patting your back and heading back to the house. If you had to guess he saw Danny in a window.

Matt knitted his brows together and gave you a strange smile. “Your friends are weird.”

You chuckled. “You don’t know the half of it.”

You and Matt spent around thirty more minutes outside enjoying the fire, s’mores, and beer. Before long you had gotten chilly and wanted to go back inside. The drink Danny had made you along with the beer had started to make you feel a little fuzzy. Once back inside you spotted Jake at the beer pong table with Meredith. He had just sunk a shot and she jumped for joy when he did. Gross again.

“Hey I’m going to go pee! I’ll be right back.” You say, giving Matt a heads up.

He nods and you head for the original bathroom you had gone to. Once inside you peed, washed your hands, and stared at yourself in the mirror. A part of you wished you had just stayed home. As much as the thrill of being with Jake excited you, seeing him with Meredith made you feel like shit. You hated that it was this way. When you two were good, you were great. The highest highs and in turn, the lowest lows. Neither one of you were effective communicators, putting your pride above all else. You fluffed your hair and went to open the door, but to your surprise someone had barged in. Jake, with a wicked smile on his lips.

“Need some help in here?”

You crossed your arms. “Certainly not from you.”

“Oh tough girl, are we?” He steps closer to you and puts his face inches from yours. “I know what shit you’re trying to pull. Cut it out.”

You glare at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He backed you up to the sink and put both arms out next to you, propping himself on the vanity while sinking closer towards you. “Yes you do. Tell your friend to fucking leave.”

You smirk at him. “No. I don’t think I will.”

He slides his hand down to your thigh and you feel like you could explode.

“Don’t start with me.” He warns, gripping at your flesh.

You swallow hard and look at him. “We’re not together Jake. I can do whatever or should I say whoever I want.”

That renders him speechless as his eyes bore into yours.

You remove his hand and get out from under him heading to the door. You turn back around and laugh.

“Oh and you should get Mere to do something about… that.” You tease, motioning to the beginning of an erection bulging in his pants.

Before he can respond you walk out and close the door. You take a deep breath and adjust your dress before returning to your date.

“Tequila shot?”

Matt smiles and nods. Then you’re heading off into the kitchen. You spot Josh and yell “tequila!” It doesn’t take him long to reach you.

“Let me get the whole gang, start pouring the good shit!” Josh yells, before diving back into the crowd.

You smiled and headed to their pantry, bending down to find a liquor cabinet with a keypad on it. You type in the four digit code and grab a brand new bottle of Casamigos. It was your favorite. Then you shut the cabinet and head back to the island, reaching for the shot glasses. Danny and Sam arrive and begin to start on the shots.

“We need seven right?” Danny asks.

“Yeah. I assume when Josh finds Jake he’ll bring blondie with him.” Sam answers, digging the pre-cut limes from the refrigerator.

Sure enough Sam was right. Josh brought back Jake and Meredith, his hand was guiding her on her back.

“Alright, gather around everyone!” Josh announced. “To the original crew and a couple of new friends. Happy Halloween you fuckers! I love you all!”

You giggle and yell back, “Cheers!” in unison with everyone else. You slam the shot down on the island before shooting the liquid down. It burns but in the best way possible. Meredith chokes hers down, spilling it down her chin. Amateur. Then Jake does something that catches even you off guard. He looks down at her and swipes his thumb over her bottom lip cleaning up the spilled tequila. Then he cuts his eyes over to you. You chew on your cheek and lock eyes back with him. Sam must have noticed because he let out a small laugh.

One thing about Sam? He loved to start shit. It was one of the reasons you loved him so much.

“Hey sexy witch!” Sam called over to you. “How about one of your specialties tonight? I mean it’s only right that the newbies get to bare witness.”

Jake’s expression stiffened, but you softened and smiled.

“Pour it up Sammy.”

Josh and Danny collectively “oooooh’d” and slapped the island. Sam began to grab a shot of birthday cake vodka, topping it with whipped cream. Then he sets it down before you.

“You know the rules mama, no hands.” Josh reminds, while you nod.

You tuck your hair behind your ears and place your hands behind your back, holding your wrists. Matt looks down at you with his eyebrows slightly raised, you just wink at him and part your lips. You wrap your lips around the rim of the shot glass and just for a split second lock eyes with Jake before sucking your cheeks in. You propel the shot glass back and stand up while the sweet liquid pours down your throat. You take the shot glass out of your mouth while the guys around you, minus Jake, erupt cheer. You can feel a tinge of whipped cream on the corner of your mouth, you start to wipe it but Matt beats you to it.

“Let me.” Matt says, taking his pointer finger and wiping the small white spot.

Without thinking you take his finger into your mouth and suck the remnants off.

Matt takes a sharp inhale.

Josh clears his throat and mutters “Oh fuck.” Before turning his boisterous self back on. “The talent! Thank you for blessing us with such a sight. Sam, Danny, come with me really quick. I need help with these speakers back here.”

You glance over and Sam makes wide eyes at you while smiling. Then all three of them trudge off, just leaving the four of you in silence.

“Wanna go dance?” You ask Matt, pulling on his arm.

“Lead the way babe.”

You take him in the crowd where everyone is dancing. If you were sober maybe you would have been embarrassed with your forward actions, but as the liquor sloshed around in your stomach you couldn’t care less. You two were close, really close. Swaying on each other. Matt leaned down and placed a kiss on your neck. Then his hands trailed further down your body until they met your ass, giving it a light squeeze. You looked up in surprise at him. He leaned forward and whispered into your neck, “Wanna get out of here?”

Before you could respond you felt a firm grip on your arm. You spun around and there was Jake, seething.

“Let’s fucking go.” He growled as he pulled you away.

Matt furrowed his brows and went to grab your other wrist. You stopped and Jake turned around with a death stare. “Get your fucking hands off of her. Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to touch things that don’t belong to you?”

Matt let go and continued to stare at you in disbelief. Your feet continued to move with Jake as you mouthed “sorry.”

Jake didn’t let go or loosen his grip as he continued to drag you through the crowded house. He took you upstairs and towards a familiar door. Once inside he slammed his door and locked it before turning his attention towards you. He was mad. Furious even. Possibly the most upset you had ever seen him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He yells with a scowl plastered on his face.

“Oh fuck off.” You say, completely disinterested.

“You’re going to bring some random fuck to my house and then rub all up against him blatantly in front of me?”

You laugh. “What about your little Meredith? You wanna put your hands all over her and when I am enjoying myself with another person it’s a problem?”

Jake scoffs. “I wasn’t letting her kiss all over me and feel me up!”

“So what? Let her.” You spit.

Jake looks at you pointedly. “You need to learn who you belong to.”

You let out a maniacal laugh. “Inform me Jake? Who do I belong to? Because it sure as hell isn’t you!”

You see his face clouding with darkness. “That’s where you’re wrong. You do belong to me.” He steps up closer to you. “You’re mine.”

That causes warmness to swell in your stomach, but you wouldn’t let him know that.

“Not anymore.” You say with as much confidence as you can muster.

“Don’t say that.” He says taking a step towards you. “It’s a lie. We don’t lie to each other. Remember?”

You scoff. “I don’t think we have ever followed through with that promise to one another. Are we done here? I’m getting bored.”

Jake half smirks at you. “Bored?”

You glare back at him unimpressed. “Yeah, bored. I didn’t stutter.”

“Bored… That’s funny. Don’t act like you didn’t wear this little.. outfit to get my attention. You know you could wear a trash bag and my eyes would be on you.”

You roll your eyes trying to keep a blank stare on your face, but internally you’re on fire.

“It turns you on that I’m jealous, doesn’t it?” He asks.

You suck in your cheeks.

“You knew exactly what would happen when you brought him here. You knew exactly where you would end up tonight regardless, but you still brought him here.”

You crack a smile at him. “I brought a tall hot guy on a date and then you cockblocked me. That’s what happened.”

Jake steps closer to you until his body is touching yours. He lightly grabs your wrists and pins them to the wall. His eyes scan your face for some sort of reaction. You’re falling apart trying to remain unaffected. You can feel your heart thudding as his breath fans over your neck. “Let’s see how long it takes for this little confidence facade to crack. Shall we?”

“Fuck yo-“

Then his lips crash onto yours. Slow and warm, which is the exact opposite of how you expected. Suddenly that hardened exterior has cracked entirely as you kiss him back with every ounce of passion in your body. Fuck, you missed his lips on you.

He takes his mouth off of yours and stares down into your eyes. Neither one of you dare say a word. Then he goes back in, kissing you feverishly. His hands grab at your waist and pulls you closer into him. Your tongues meet and you swear you could feel fireworks throughout your whole body. The truth is, no one could ever make you feel the way that you felt with Jake. This was just further proof. Jake’s calloused hands begin to rub up your thigh as you take in sharp breaths from his mouth. He fumbles around with the hem of your very short and very tight dress. Finally he makes his way up your dress spreading your legs apart. He takes two fingers and swipes them over your drenched clothed center and you shutter at the feeling. You can feel that smirk on his face while your lips are still connected. He bites your bottom lip and pulls away.

“Look at you. Already making a mess of yourself.”

You take a breath. “Yeah, Matt did a number on me on the dance floor.”

You see Jake let out a small laugh at your boldness while he also clenched his jaw. He was right, jealousy did turn you on.

“Just when I thought you were going to be sweet.” He says, popping the two fingers in his mouth. “Strip.”

You cross your arms at him.

“Strip. Now. I’m not asking again.”

He backs away from you and you give him a glare. You’re going to do exactly what he says because you’re weak for him and beyond turned on.

His eyes stare intensely at you while you reach back and grab the small zipper. You tug it down and begin to peel yourself out of the dress. You see him take a noticeably deeper breath when your breasts are freed. You grab the material from around your waist and shimmy out of it, dropping it to the floor. Only in your boots and black silky thongs, you step out of the dress and look at Jake.

“Goddamn.” He says lowly, raking his eyes up and down your body.

You reach down to begin removing your boots when Jake speaks up. “No. Leave them. You wanna dress up like a whore tonight so I’m going to fuck you like one. Knees.”

You swallow the excitement that draws up your throat from that statement while you take a few steps closer to him. You sink to your knees and Jake reaches down and softly runs his finger through your hair. He reaches down and hooks your chin under his pointer finger.

“So pretty and this makeup looks so good. Unfortunately it’s about to get ruined.”

He unbuckles his pants and lets them hit the floor, he’s already hard. You look up at him waiting for instruction. His hand returns to your face running his thumb along your lips.

“You know the rules mama. No hands.” He spits, referencing earlier.

You look up at him and nod, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. He slightly twitches at your action. The way you affected him always turned you on even more. His cock grazes your tongue and he already lets out a breath. You lick a hot stripe up his length then swirl your tongue around the tip and his hand finds the back of your head.

“Quit teasing.”

You take him into your mouth, rolling your tongue around as he travels further back into your mouth.

“Fuck.” He lets out through gritted teeth.

He sinks your head further until you gag lightly, then he pulls you back. You begin to bob up and down around him while his grip in your hair tightens. You glance up and make eye contact with him through your lashes while hollowing your cheeks around him. He looked so fucking hot. Brows furrowed, a sheen amount of sweat broke out on his skin, face pinched in concentration and bewilderment. But when your eyes meet his he lets out a groan and pulls you off of him so he doesn’t finish already. You let out a small laugh and he looks down at you still on your knees.

You start to wipe the corner of your mouth. “What’s wrong Jakey? Made a mess of yourself already?”

He smirks at you. “That mouth is going to get you into trouble. On the bed. Ass up.”

You get to your feet and make your way to the bed, propping your ass up like you were told. You’re already throbbing with anticipation, you know when he gets like this he fucks you mericilessly. You feel him step up behind you and widen your legs. He runs his hands all up and down your ass before giving it a swift smack. You let out a whimper. Then, he quickly rips your panties down to your knees. You’re expecting him to ease himself into you, but to your surprise you hear him get down on his knees. He uses both of his arms to pull your ass back straight to his face. He begins kissing the inside of the back of your thighs and you’re already worked up. He flattens his tongue and licks up your center, popping his tongue at your most sensitive spot. He continues to lick and suck until you’re gripping his sheets for dear life. When he adds two fingers, you’re done for. You can feel that heat burning in your core coming to a high, you clench your eyes shut as your legs begin to shake.

“Fuck-“ you moan.

Just as that feeling is about to bubble into euphoria, Jake stops. You whip your head around and he stands up and wipes the slick off his face.

“Jake!”

“Shhh. You know I always take care of you.” He smirks. “Come here pretty girl.”

He flips you over and climbs on top of you. He leans down and kisses down your neck while his erection presses on your stomach. Slowly but surely he makes his way down to your breasts, kissing and nipping at your nipples. You indulge in the sensation and your hands quickly wrap into his long hair. He reaches down and rubs himself all over you, you both let out breathy moans. He finally sinks into, slowly, letting you adjust. You can feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as he picks up the pace. His mouth sloppily meets yours. You’re both moaning into each other's mouth as you wrap your knees around him. You lace your fingers into his hair giving it a light tug. This causes him to lift his head slightly and he groans while diving back down to kiss your neck.

“Oh god- fuck.” You whine, as his mouth and tongue roughly suck at your throat.

“Nothing compares to you. Nothing ever will.” Jake pants into your ear. “You’re like a drug to me. I’ll swallow you every night for the rest of my life baby.”

He knows when he’s vocal like that it sends you into oblivion. And here you are right on the edge.

“Jake-“ you whine.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m right there with you. Ah fuck.”

Jake slams one of your hands down onto the bed, lacing his fingers with yours. Your other hand is gripping his shoulder for dear life. His hair is tickling your face and shoulders adding to the sensation. That familiar burn is back and you know this time that flame will spread to every orifice of your body. Jake is also rapidly becoming undone as his strokes become faster but more sloppy. You throw your head back into the pillow and let go as you feel yourself leave your body for a moment. Jake finishes just as you’re beginning to recover, he’s a mess of curse words and heavy breathing. He stays on you, as you can feel both of your hearts beating rapidly. You both stay like this for a few minutes, just trying to recover.

Finally he gives your forehead a kiss and then rolls off staring up at the ceiling for a moment. It’s quiet, but then Jake sits up and grabs a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his nightstand. He lights up a Camel and takes a puff before passing it to you. You let out a small laugh and accept it, inhaling the minty flavor. Jake tilts his head to the side and stares at you. It seems as if he is studying every characteristic about you. Like he had forgotten how beautiful you looked after he ruined you.

You exhale and turn to him. “What?”

He shrugs. “I like looking at you.”

You scoff a little.

“I do.” He insists. “I’ve missed you.”

“Funny way of showing it.” You retort.

“I don’t want to do this tonight. But I would like to have a conversation in the morning about it. Would you like to go back down or stay up here and watch scary movies?”

You think about continuing the harshness with him, but truthfully you don’t want to. “Up to you.”

Jake sucks in a breath. “Okay, can we go back down there and cook a pizza? I’ll start kicking the randoms out and then we can come back up here and put on a movie. There’s a new slasher film on Netflix, I thought you might like it.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you had already seen it, so you just smiled and said: “Yeah, okay.”

Jake matches your smile then leans over and plants a kiss lightly on your mouth before rolling off the bed. He threw you a t-shirt before heading to his bathroom. You finally peel your boots off and pad into the bathroom with him. He opens up his medicine cabinet and grabs a pack of your feminine wipes. He kept them here, which means that all of your things would still be in that cabinet. You try not to smile as he sets them down on the counter and leaves to give you privacy. You stare at yourself in the mirror and try to fix your makeup. You weren’t sure if you were buzzed off of the alcohol or something else entirely. After fixing yourself, you exit the bathroom to see Jake plopping a pair of his slippers on the floor for you.

“Probably don’t wanna walk out there barefoot.”

You nod and accept the slippers. “What about-“

Jake cuts you off before you can finish. “He’s gone. They’re both gone. Sam escorted them out.”

“Oh.” You say plainly.

Jake narrows his eyes at you. “Try not to sound so disappointed.”

That elicits a giggle from you and Jake playfully rolls his eyes, then grabs your hand. He laces his fingers with yours and leads you out of his room.

To your surprise, the party had thinned out significantly. How long were you two up there? It seemed like maybe thirty minutes but it looked as if hours had passed. Music still bumped as you made your way downstairs in nothing but Jake’s shirt and shoes. You scanned the room and didn’t see Matt or Meredith. That gave you a sigh of relief. Eventually you would have to speak with Matt and apologize. You felt a little bad as he was nice, but he wasn’t Jake. That would always be a flaw in any potential partner you could ever have. One that you weren’t sure you could ever get past.

Jake took you to the kitchen and preheated the oven yelling at a few people to “fuck off and get out” along the way.

You heard a familiar voice echo towards you. “Jake are you telling my guests to fuck off and get out? It’s only 2am what’s wrong with y-“ Josh pauses when he sees you standing there in his twin’s shirt and a smile spreads across his face. “So you two have worked things out I assume.”

You blush a little feeling silly for the show earlier in front of everyone. You see Sam and Danny approaching Josh.

“Well well. What do we have here?” Sam asks, glancing between you and Jake.

“I’m shocked- truly.” Danny adds, facetiously.

“Mhm.” Jake answers only to Josh, taking your hand back in his. “Also yeah it’s 2am it’s time to wrap this shit up.”

“Yeah which is why we need to keep this party going all night because you two have weeks of sexual frustration to let out!” Sam exclaimed.

“To be fair Sam, by the look of it, they already have.” Danny snickers.

Sam erupts with laughter. “That won’t be the last of it. Remember that last cabin trip we took? They’re like bunnies-“

“Okay fuck enough! Keep drinking, it’s obviously making you all more intelligent. Just keep everyone down here.” Jake concedes, shaking his head.

Josh laughs. “Well you heard the man! Party stays down stairs everyone!” He shouts, although no one pays him hardly any mind.

Sam slinks by you and wraps his arm around you while Jake throws the pizza in the oven. “Feel better?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Hush.”

He gives you shoulder a squeeze. “I’m just teasing. I’m glad you’re back around. They’re all so dreadfully boring.”

Jake huffs at him. “Don’t you all have a party to get back to or something?”

“Good point.” Danny says. “Have fun you two. Be safe!” Then he heads off to the crowd with Sam close behind shouting: “What he said! Daniel, wait! The fog machines!”

Josh chuckles at them and walks over to you. He wraps you in a hug and kisses your forehead. “We have missed you mama.”

“Watch it.” Jake warns half heartedly.

Josh scoffs. “Oh please. Also let it be known that Jake has done nothing but sulk around for the past few weeks! He made me text you to remind you about this party tonight!”

Jake grins at him and playfully shoves him along. “Get out of here.”

Josh throws his hands up and winks at you before diving back into the party.

Jake shakes his head and looks at you.

You grin back up at him. “Is that true?”

He blushes and takes your hand. “Ask me about it in the morning.”

Sunlight bathed in through the splits in the curtains. You half opened one eye, still trying to recover from your slumber. You turned your head to catch a glimpse of Jake’s alarm clock. It read: OCT. 31ST 10:42am. Jake was still asleep, softly snoring next to you as his arm draped over your side. Last night had ended quite perfectly. You had taken your pizza upstairs, watched that movie, and fucked two more times. It was almost 6am when you both had finally dozed off. You smiled a little when you thought of it, but that smile faded when you realized how full your bladder was. You attempted to wiggle out from under Jake’s arm, but he just pulled you in closer to him.

“Morning.” He says with his eyes still closed and a grin on his face.

“Good morning Jake. I really need to pee.”

He pulled you even closer and started kissing all over your face and neck. “C’mon stay in bed.”

You giggled. “Jake!”

He groaned. “Okay, off you go.”

You bolted up as soon as he released you and he laughed. After peeing you washed your hands and had yourself a glance in the mirror. There were purplish love bites all over your neck and collarbone. They wouldn’t be fun to cover up. You grabbed your toothbrush and started brushing your teeth. Jake opened the door, illuminated in sunlight with a smile on his face. He stepped in and hugged you from behind, giving you a peck on the cheek. This seemed a little unlike him, but you went with it. He grabbed his toothbrush and said “Breakfast?”

You hummed and nodded.

After you had made yourself somewhat presentable you went through the clothes on the floor to try and find your dress from the night before.

“What are you doing?” Jake asked with knitted brows.

“Looking for my clothes.” You replied.

He sucked in his cheeks. “I’ll give you a pair of my sweatpants and a hoodie. You can wear my slippers too.”

“Jake I’ll look homeless.” You say with a laugh.

“No you won’t. I like it when you wear my clothes.” He offers with a smile.

You playfully roll your eyes and accept his offer.

To your surprise you come downstairs to a somewhat clean house. Josh is poking about the kitchen, wiping down counters and softly humming to himself.

“Good morning you two- ugh! Fuck!”

You make a face at him. “What?”

“What happened to your neck? It looks like you were attacked by an octopus. Holy shit.” He states, dumbfoundedly staring at you.

“Gotta mark your territory. Right?” Jake interjects with a smirk.

Josh makes a fake gagging sound as Jake grabs your arm and leads you to the door.

“Sam was right! God that’s something I never thought I would say.” Josh yells after you two head for the door.

You crunched the leaves beneath your feet into a 24 hour breakfast diner that you and Jake had frequented before. There were little spider webs and skeletons hung up everywhere. Jake had ordered you both the Halloween special that had consisted of some sort of pumpkin coffee, witchy waffles, and batty bacon.

“So.” Jake said as he sipped his coffee.

“So?” You answered.

He lets out a huff. “You make me nervous.”

You laughed at him. “No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.”

Before you can speak he continues. “Okay fuck it here it goes. So yes I asked Josh to text you. In fact, I bugged the piss out of him about it for days. I did sulk for those three weeks. And when I saw you walk in yesterday with that fuck I felt a feeling that I never want to feel again.”

You swallow and glance up at him. “Oh…”

He huffs again and pushes his hair back. “What I’m trying to say here is- I want you. I want you in every way all of the time. I don’t want to keep fueling the stupid fights and breakups. I’m done with that. I’ve done a lot of reflecting and… well, I love you. I’ve loved you for years and I want to keep on loving you for years. I want us to be together and actually give it a shot. A permanent shot. You and me.”

You blink and stare at him, entirely unsure what to even say. You and Jake had technically been together for years and this was the first time you had heard him say he loved you stone cold sober. You felt like you could vomit, but in a good way?

“Please say something.” He spits out, slightly anxious.

“Jake- I…” You take a breath and swallow. “I love you too.”

A visible sigh leaves his body as that perfect smile creeps over his face.

“But I’m scared. I’m scared that you’re going to hurt me. That we’re going to hurt each other.”

He grabs your hand and laces it with his. “I know. A big part of that is my own fault. But I’m serious. I want to try. I want to communicate with you. I want to make it work. I want you.”

You chew on your lip, still unsure of his words. It felt surreal, like you were in a dream. You had been waiting for years to hear this come out of his mouth. Slowly, you nod your head and muster up a very small “Okay.” With a smile.

Jake jolts up and leans across the table grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss. Then he puts his forehead up against yours and mutters a “thank you.” Before sitting down like all eyes weren’t on you two.

“How’s your coffee?” He asks you nonchalantly.

You look up at him and laugh. He does the same.

“It’s perfect. How’s yours?”

He smiles at you with those beautiful white teeth that you rarely see.

“Perfect.” He answers back.

Your waitress brings your Halloween specials and you both eat and giggle at one another. When you’re finished, Jake takes your hand and leads you outside. The crisp air raises goosebumps on your skin, yet you had never felt more warm.

“Can I take you back to your place to get changed then we go have a spooky day? I still think we have time to pick out a pumpkin and carve it. We just need to be back before dark because I shelled out on Halloween candy this year.”

You laugh in a surprised way. “Jake Kiszka are you getting soft on me? Handing out candy to children?”

He rolls his eyes. “No. It’s a competition. The best costumes get the most candy.”

You throw your head back. “That’s sort of fucked up.”

“But you’re going to do it with me. Aren’t you?” He asks with a smirk.

“Obviously.”

He kisses your cheek and laughs. “That’s my girl.”

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#greta van fic #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #jake gvf #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka #jake kiska fic #jake x reader #jake kiszka smut #gvf halloween series #Jake kiszka gvf

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kondensaduhhh · 10 months

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more Tomi Spider Sully HCs

- he's still a year older than Neteyam but Jake gives Neteyam most of the responsibility of protecting and keeping the siblings safe and in line. Spider doesn't think it's fair for his baby bro to take all the responsibility that he, as an older brother, should have. Spider feels as though he isn't true na'vi because even his own father doesn't trust him to keep his siblings safe, that he's too human to be able to guide them. and it's true that Jake does this because Spider is more human than his siblings, but not because he thinks he is unworthy of responsibility, it's because Spider has had too many close calls. While Spider is too human, he is also too na'vi. Jake does this as a form of protection, but he doesn't say it to anyone, not Spider, not Neteyam. And because of this lack of communication, Spider keeps trying to prove himself worthy of being the eldest and not feel like a burden to his baby bro, while Neteyam feels like since he is treated like the eldest, he shouldn't be treated like a baby, and doesn't wanna receive comfort because he 'doesnt need it' (this is one of @lovermyme 's and i wanted to expand on it)

- Spider's first communion with Eywa was how they found out that his queue doesn't work. it simply latches on but that's it. There were whispers during the ceremony, that the child is much too demon for Eywa to accept him. But before Neytiri, sad and angry, hisses at the people, Mo'at takes hold of Spider and brings him close to the roots of the tree, Spider eagerly getting close to the tree, and the place where Spider made contact glowed, and Spider's eyes lit up. Mo'at smiles that knowing smile of hers, "Eywa has accepted the child", she announced, almost pointedly to the whisperers. This was the only time Spider connected. Neytiri and Jake asks questions but all Mo'at answers everytime is: " Eywa has plans for the boy"

- It was actually Neytiri who named Spider 'Tomi' . i like to think that Neytiri only pronounces 'Jake' like more humanly (jjake) is mostly to respect him and his name and because she went to school with Grace who taught them english and english pronunciation, but when she's pissed her accent comes out and pronounces it more na'vi (tsyeyk) the way she prefers to say it, so to Neytiri, it makes sense to name the firsborn of Tsyeyk and Neytiri as Tomi. also yes she heard the name in Jake's memories.

- Spider grew up with a mask almost always around his neck and uses it every few hours or so, so one exopack could last him 3-4 weeks. because of this, Spider has always been the first to wake up and last to wake, despite Neteyam's protest who acts almost competitive on who could wake up earliest, do the most, and sleep the latest.

- definitely, kinda blessed. Didnt get an ikran the way Kiri did, but still managed to get one, with as much difficulty as an adult na'vi would. when the Sully family came to Awa'atlu, (Spider gets taken differenty in this AU because the fall he took in the movie wasn't enough to disoerient him the same way so he wasnt taken. he'll still be taken, don't worry, im still an angst whore to my bones) both him and Kiri would adapt faster, always circled around by the sea creatures, etc.

- the way Spider gets taken in this AU is when Aonung takes Lo'ak and Spider out, but they get separated when they were attacked and Spider was found by some of the human fishermen and thought, "what a freak of nature, how much you'll he'd cost, eh?" which eventually, somehow got him to the RDA and things continue like i. the movie. They plan a search and rescue, obviously doesn't work because, he's been found already, and Lo'ak talks to Payakan, hoping to help find his brother, Payakan doesn't know either because he was too busy fighting of the predator. and again things continue like in the movie.

- The only time Spider's glowy-freckle things glow was his first Communion with Eywa.

- He also doesnt have the body markings na'vi have.

- Weirdly hairless. he only has the peach fuzz both na'vi and humans have. no arm hair, leg hair, no beard too.

- also has a lower body fat percentage, that stockiness he has?? pure fucking muscle, boy is built

- Spider is taller in this, at 16 he is 6'5". the tallest he'll ever be is 7'10". (i legit just searched who is the tallest basketball players and added 2 inches. and i search the average na'vi height which is 9ft) thankfully this doesn't come with any drawbacks like it does in humans, scoliosis, bone diseases, etc. his queue and tail are still too long for him tho.

#spider soccoro #spider socorro #atwow #tomi spider sully #tomi te suli tsyeyk'itan

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jakelockleysdoll · 9 months

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Popstar 🪩✨

headcanon: how the moon boys would be if you were a popstar

pairing: Jake Lockley x reader, Marc Spector x reader; established relationship

Warnings: smut, suggestive language, swear words, anxiety, panicking

18+ only!!!!

- side note: grammar isn’t my biggest concern, didn’t realise how similar of an approach I took for both Jake and Marc until now, hope that’s okay bb’s xx -

I imagined wearing Sabrina Carpenters recent tour outfits for this!

In no way is she associated with the story, I am solely using her outfits as inspiration, that is it. I do not mean any sexualisation or harm to and of her. I fully respect her as a human being. Please take in the outfits and the outfits ALONE as inspiration, as I am! respect women and their bodies <3

Jake

MY GOD. this man. He would be all over you as a popstar. He’s completely obsessed and is head over heels in love with you. He would help you get dressed and touch up your hair backstage. “you’re gonna do so well, amor” he says, reassuring you as you begin to have anxiety before your performance. “just think about how much they love you”. Jake seeing you in the outfit above takes everything in him not to rip your white lace tights off and fuck you right on the spot. he couldn’t take it anymore, and would absolutely take you inside a private room and have you bent over. “don’t let them hear you, Amor” he says smirking. It takes everything in him not to do it all over again, seeing the way you’re dolled up. He absolutely respects what you want to wear, in love with each look of yours, though from time to time he’ll ask you to wear the same outfit but in red / pink / whatever he wants. he helps pick out your clothes, the man loves to dress you. He absolutely loves seeing you dolled up, and seeing how passionate you are about what you do. it makes him happy that you’re happy. When you feel anxiety starts to creep up before stage, he one hundred percent will reassure you are going to be okay using physical affection- make out seshes backstage, sweet praises, telling you how good you look while his hands explore your body. He loved having you a moaning mess before you headed on to stage. Seeing you on stage is another thing. He’s obsessed with every word you say, your voice, the way you’re dancing sensually, the way your lips move. the man is crazy in love. Take a good guess of what he does backstage when you’ve completed your set.

Marc

MARC. Marc would help you take out the rollers in your hair, as he admires you in the mirror, a full face, hair in rollers, sitting in your white silk robe. “you look absolutely stunning, baby” he says with his thick accent, as he turns you around and caresses your thigh with strong eye contact. You make him wait outside to change because you wanted to surprise him. “my angel…” he whispers in disbelief as he sees you for the first time, and will do this each performance night, even if it’s the same look he’s seen, because he’ll never get enough of you, and is always in disbelief that you are his. (you would have to resist him being in your changing room a thousand times, knowing how it’s going to end) “Come here” he’d leave kisses everywhere along your chest and arms. He absolutely loves it when you wear corsets and thigh high socks / boots, it drives him wild. If you’re open to it, he’d ask if he can make you feel good, fingers interlocked, as he goes down on you in your dressing room, to relieve the stress he knew you were feeling. Plus he couldnt wait any longer, seeing your glowy Victoria secret model inspired makeup paired with your confidence turned him on. “Let me make you feel good, baby”. He loved everything about you, the sweet scent you were wearing drove him insane, as he caresses your arms and takes your forearm to smell and kiss, as he towers over you. God, they would both absolutely tower over you and you loved every second of it. He’s quick to pick up when something’s wrong, he would absolutely shower you in forehead kisses, reassuring everything is going to be fine and you’re going to kill it out there. He would for sure bring up evidence on why he knows you’re gonna do so well, bringing up the previous rehearsals he wouldn’t dare to miss (no matter how long they were, he loved hearing you and watching you sing and work) and saying how angelic you sounded in them, and that you were gonna sound just as beautiful on stage, possibly even more “if it’s humanly possible” he says. When you’re verbally panicking, marc would respond to every sentence you blurb out, out of stress and anxiety. “I’m gonna fall over” “I’ll catch you, baby” “what if they laugh at me” “they’re here to support you” “what if I muck up the lyrics” “then that’s okay, it’s okay to make mistakes” he says as he has you sitting on a platform, him standing between your legs and caressing your hair. he would be so reassuring and loving. As you’re performing, he would look at you like you hung up the stars for him. He would be in absolute awe of you, and still cannot believe you are real, sharing your light with this earth. He scans you, and reads you like a book. he can tell when you’re getting nervous, and will mouth sweet words to you “it’s okay, baby” “you’re alright” as he gives you a reassuring look. He’s obsessed and loves the way your legs look on stage, decorated in lace, glowing in the beautiful light. you would dance sensually, being the biggest tease to him knowing he’s watching your every move, and knowing damn well what he’s going to do to you right after you finish your performance. “you did so good, baby” he kisses you on the forehead. “now I’m gonna show you what happens to brats when they tease me like that” he says smirking, grabbing your hand and leading you to your room. afterwards, he’d lean onto you, caressing your face, looking into your eyes and admiring your features, telling you how proud he is of you. His brows are furrowed, eyes on your lips, caressing it with his thumb pad “you were incredible, baby”.

thank you for reading xoxo mwahh 🎀

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artist-issues · 1 year

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And another thing about Avatar 2 the Way of Water and How to Train Hour Dragon 3 the Hidden World—

The Hidden World was bad because it took the thing that the first movies were fighting for—Hiccup and Toothless’s revolutionary way of life—and said “let’s not fight for that anymore, out of a desire to protect.”

The Way of Water was good because it took the thing that the first movie was fighting for—Pandora’s way of life—and said “we were wrong to run away; protecting the peace means fighting for it.”

The movies are very similar in a lot of ways. They both have a zany new, glowy place that the characters want to escape danger to. They both have the main characters getting out of their comfort zones and learning new skills.

They both have a vindictive villain who’s out to personally murder the main character’s family, and the threat that their whole community will be annihilated in the process. So the main character’s knee-jerk reaction is to say, “wait a minute, I’ve been fighting so hard for this community and this way of life, but now I might actually lose and lose it all, so let’s pack up and run away in the name of protecting what I love.”

And in both movies, it seems to work until the bad guy relentlessly keeps coming and makes even the new place dangerous. ‘But in Avatar 2, when Jake Sully and his family fight back and escape the bad guy, they actually lose a kid in the fight. And the conclusion is, “we won, but at what cost? …actually, the cost is worth it—because we’re going to fight so this never happens again.”

Meanwhile, in Hidden World, when Hiccup and his family fight back and escape the bad guy, they lose nothing and 100% win, and the bad guy dies, and for an arbitrarily emotionally manipulative reason, the conclusion is: “‘We won, at absolutely no cost…but you know what, the stress just wasn’t worth it. We don’t want to keep fighting for this. So you know what, bye bye, dragons, go crawl into your glowing hole, hate to see you go, but we’re just sick of winning against all these anti-dragon despots.”

#avatar 2: the way of water #how to train your dragon #httyd 3 #how to train your dragon the hidden world #the hidden world #light fury #neytiri #jake sully #na’vi #pandora #avatar

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justmetheguywhoread4120dccomics · 1 year

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nightwing art by me (pls expand for all steps and final version)

the original

step 1

step 2: draw over the original

step 3: combine first 2 steps

step 4: decorative titles

P.S. i added the glow around jake and in the rings at the end, so during step 1 and 2 they were actually matte with no glowy edges, i just forgot to take pictures during the process, although layers probably are what allowed me to do steps at all.

#art #jake grayson #dick grayson #nightwing dick grayson #nightwing #nightwings son #DC art #nightwing art

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fdragon-art · 2 years

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Day 165 - hey there!

"...wait, this name seems familiar..." "...the style's new, though."

#homestuck #john #john egbert #year 3 #art #I accidentally saw what this glowy lines looked like and decided I liked it~#(Also I decided against hearing aids for John this time for...some reason)#(It was always a comfort ''headcanon'' that felt distinctly like a ''I don't see canon John as HoH but I really like it~)#(Compared to Jake's HoH headcanon that feels so plausible he pretty much is to me now)#(So I'm...just kinda wiggling with John at the moment as I do sometimes pfft)

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callmearcturus · 3 years

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here is ur obligatory invasive question on ur thots about The Jake English and his classpect

pls proceed to go feral ma'am

thanks babe

A few points to set up my thesis:

One: I love Calliope but I think her whole system of passive/active classes is kind of bullshit, which is totally fair because she's working with a very limited data set, how the fuck is she supposed to extrapolate so much from just the players she has access to information on

Two: when everyone says pages are a slow class, I don't buy that either really. I think Pages are served by their aspect. For Tavros, that manifested as a growing freedom from the quests and mechanics and shit that everyone else worried about in favor of what he wanted (to fly around prospit and communing with minions and shit). For Jake, his entire life is him being served by this glowy amorphous bullshit intuition power that even before he enters the game he's proficient in.

So I think the thing with Pages is that they are supposed to be on a slowly iterating, growing power curve because their power manifests more subtly that other classes but also their top potential limit is dramatically higher than others.

I made a remark in my Page writeup that a page spends their entire life sneaking treats to a monster under their bed, and that monster is devoted to the Page, and by the time a fucking full grown dragon shows up, everyone but the Page is like "where the fuck did THAT come from"

Three: This specifically manifests with Jake in the really really fucking long dirkjake log. Towards the end, as the illusion of the memory falls apart, BGD makes a crack about how Pages sure are a slow burning class.

But that's literally not what's happening in that log. At that point in Act 6 Act 3, Jake has spent the entirety of Act 6 just fucking wanting to talk to Dirk jesus fucking christ and getting waylaid over and over because of shit outside his control.

So when he goes to sleep, he proceeds to have a dream about a time Dirk did have time for him and was kind to him and told him stories and complimented him, for 34 fucking pages before the thing starts to shake apart.

Jake, Page of Hope, wanted Dirk to talk to him, so he sustained a dream bubble of Dirk talking to him for literally one of the longest logs in Whomstve,

and people fucking think Pages are slow on the uptake. No, they just get what they fucking want.

THIS is my point:

Jake is my favorite character in Whomstve in part because his power is subtle and all-encompassing and dangerous. And the slow power curve is necessary because when you take the fucking limiter off him, like Aranea does? The game strains to handle the force of him, and at that point Jake can't even handle his power, he is chained to a fucking comet of Bullshit God Power.

I said in Discord yesterday that:

Jake wants what he wants and expects to get it with just a blithe guilelessness that people mistake for ignorance, and the world itself bends in curvature to the weight of his desires.

And that's why he's the best character in Whomstve and if anyone was going to be The Peak Villain of the Epilogues it should have been him and my next fic has Jake as an anti-villain and I love him? I love him. I love him.

#jake english #whomstve #tally ho bitches

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yuvon-writes-letters · 2 years

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I posted 374 times in 2021

236 posts created (63%)

138 posts reblogged (37%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.6 posts.

I added 1,660 tags in 2021

#yuvon writes letters - 348 posts

#duskwood letter game - 341 posts

#duskwood - 232 posts

#duskwood jake - 131 posts

#domino - 124 posts

#dominos-diary-dw - 120 posts

#duskwood game - 113 posts

#duskwood everbyte - 113 posts

#the entity - 73 posts

#lis - 65 posts

Longest Tag: 70 characters

#it's not a puzzle if you can just logic or guilt her into answering xd

My Top Posts in 2021

[The paper has an odd texture, like a flower petal. And are the words written in blood?]

I do not forget.

Newborns, Genesis, ReMorse, Troublemaker, Yu, Domino, all you who work against me.

Rainer, Liska, Jessica, Jake, Max, Skie, Stalker, Phil, Jewel, MJ, Amelia. Goldie, Moira, Silver, Sweetly Sleeping, Walker, Darling’s Venom, Darling’s Revenant, Melody.

You who are silent, and read without care.

You.

You will regret your actions and your inactions.

Innocence and survival are antonyms.

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(I’m not collecting any personal data, and there’s only two questions. Please answer, it actually might change the course of coming events.)

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Shit I need to figure out

(The handwriting is Yuvon’s; there is little way from handwriting alone to tell which Yuvon wrote this.)

Rai’s/Walker’s/yes/Skie’s(? Is she there too or no?) status

Flower

Molding infant (ReMorse) domains; 3/4, 4 is ???

Venn’s domain (bonds? manipulation?? isolation?)

Tell writers (static)’s title somehow or oth did you just fuckin censor me Inky

Who is/was Dream?

Are less frequent writers dead?? With Flower running around plus Venn and general entity bullshit :/ :(

Where’s Jake? Hasn’t written in ages :/

Venn’s bs with memories and stuff

Voices :/

Glowy thing

Help from entity made (static): who? Met already or no? Oh fuck off (static) WOULD YOU STOP CENSORING ME ALREADY FFS NO ONE IS READING THIS

Drama with the whole Troublemaker thing plus Jake :(

Get the ring/bracelet/magnet back (and fuck you for taking them asshole >:( )

Better hiding place

Inky/Dream connection: how connected? How does it work?

How did Rennie become Rennie? Was human, how does it work? Can I rep

Why ME? Why has Venn targeted ME since I was tiny? Why did (static) kidnap

You’re planning on making this a letter. Aren’t you, Inky. That’s why you’re censoring this.

Fine. Go ahead. But if you do, I’m telling everyone what Dream did.

(The ink turns unnaturally dark, to the point it seems to suck in the light around it, for two sentences.) Would you like to try my patience, sweetling? 🤭

Yes.

(The ink darkens.) Bold words. Remind me, what was it you feared again? Fire, wasps, and spiders, was it? 😊

You’re bluffing.

(The ink darkens.) Oh? How so?

You’re saving your energy to fight off Venn and Flower. You’re not going to waste power (there’s a bloodstain covering up the rest of the sentence.)

(The ink darkens.) Would you like to continue to test my patience, sweetling? Or will you be defiant ‘til you pass out from blood loss? 😊

Yeah, I figured you’d been too nice lately. Trying to suck up to the newcomers, right? I saw the letter where you addressed Jessy. Watching you pretend to be friendly really takes me back to the first time you showed your face. Remember that? Remember alienating an audience member through your bullshit and mockery? (Another bloodstain covers up the other sentences. You don’t need to see those particular sentences, I think.)

(The ink darkens.) And she’s unconscious. Stubborn as always, sweetling 🤭

Do take care, sweetlings reading 😊 Don’t get yourselves killed, now. I require you all to be alive and capable of reading.

(The letter tucks itself in the paper clip with the others.)

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Axh'h Ypzt, eatpht htcs p cdit lwtctktg xi xh rdcktcxtci udg ndj. Iwtgt xh hdbtiwxcv X bpn ctts pskxrt dc.

Sincerely,

Jake

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To whoever reads this...

Hi! My name’s (crossed out and scribbled over) whoops, call me Yuvon. Our mutual hacker friend would be upset if I gave out my real name, even in a format like this, ahaha.

Well, no. Not upset. Just disappointed. Which is worse, really, what with the whole

Ugh. I’m sorry. Apparently, my ability to ramble about everything but what’s important when I’m nervous carries over to physical mail.

Anyhow… like I said. Call me Yuvon. Or some nickname, if you like, I don’t mind. I’m writing this because I have a small issue. First, some background: yeah, I’m that chick who supposedly kidnapped a girl I’d never met before from across an ocean, somehow. No, it really doesn’t make sense to me either. Water under the bridge, though, it’s whatever. If you’re the person who should be reading this, I think you have an idea of who the real kidnapper is, or at least as much of an idea as I do.

Now. Onto the fun bit. I sorta freaked out a bit after that video of Jessy and Thomas getting away from the MWAF, like most sane people. So, once they got to one of their homes (I didn’t think it’d be smart to ask which they went to) I talked to the both of them. Everyone was shaken, but ultimately alright. I was so proud of Jessy, actually, given everything she’s had to go through rece

Anyhow. So. Everything settled down, and I finally let out one of the biggest sighs of relief of my life. We weren’t out of the metaphorical woods yet, sure, but Jessy and Thomas were fine, Jake was fine, Cleo and Lilly were fine, Phil was in jail but not actively dying, Dan was acting a little weird but fine, (this section is crossed out so violently that there’s a tear in the paper)

And now I’m in this… I don’t really know? There are dark woods all around, but there’s one of those invisible barrier thingies (good job Englishing Yuvon -_- ) like in RPGs and other free-roam-ish games which keeps me from actually wandering very far into them. Then again, I haven’t tried feeling around the edges yet… hmm. I tried climbing, and I did actually get close to the top of a tree, but it was just trees everywhere as far as the eyes could see when I got up there. Then I came down the hard way.

Side note, injuries don’t actually happen here, apparently. I should’ve at least broken my wrist in that fall, but instead it just feels like a bruise with the ambition to be a broken bone, but can only manage it on the pain level rather than the permanence or functionality level. Only issue is, it’s my left wrist, and I’m left-handed. So, sorry if my handwriting’s illegible, I guess.

I also don’t really seem to need to eat or drink, since I think I’ve been here over a day without food or water and been fine. Or maybe it just feels like one, I don’t know. There’s no day or night here, my internal clock is screaming at my poor brain right now.

“So, if you’re trapped there, how are you sending me this letter?”

Good not-at-all-invented question, definitely-not-me. Let me tell you the few things I have with me. One, the clothes I was wearing since I was plopped in here, obviously. Two, my phone. Three, a pen and an (unsharpened!) pencil. The pencil is completely useless, by the way. When I say unsharpened, I mean came out of the factory unsharpened. End is completely flat.

Four, what so far seems to be an endless supply of paper and envelopes.

Five, a little note. Summarized, it said, “Write a letter, put it in an envelope, and someone going through the same Duskwood case as you (but maybe a little different) will see it. Maybe someone might even send you a response, maybe.”

Paraphrasing, but you get my point.

So that’s what I’m doing. Writing a small letter and sending it off into the aether in hopes that literally anything will happen. My hopes aren’t high. I’m pretty sure the note was a lie, anyhow.

Anyhow, if you read this… send me something. Anything. Or don’t, it’s fine, I didn’t mean to pressure you or anything. If you’re really like me, that means you get enough of that already, right?

—Yuvon

(When you finish reading, a paper clip materializes on the page.)

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

(Quite the journey it's been, hasn't it? This letter game would literally not be possible without all of you. So, thank you all, and have a wonderful rest of your year :D)

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #yuvon speaks

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found--family · 4 years

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watchnotes for 15x19 Inherit The Earth:

The Quiet Earth; i love that they finally did this

Dean drove to them (9 hrs, post-love-loss)

every scene of Dean from now on is him canonically knowing Cas was in love with him. remember that.

The Bloody Handprint™ Jacket

Dean's face is scrunched with grief dO YOU SEE?!

Team Social Distancing 6-feet-apart

Dean telling Sam + Jack about Cas *my heart is sobbing* he can't even make eye contact *SOBBS HARDER*

does.. does Jensen sound odd to anyone else? is it because this ep was filmed AFTER the covid hiatus, so he's not quite back to his Dean-voice?

"i am lonely" song plays; well-chosen

grieving!jack.. praying to Cas.. trying to bring him back from The Empty again.. *gross sobbing*

things still dying in Jack's wake - like The Darkness #foreshadowing?

'3 Sheeps Brewing' *squinty eyes*

it's not your fault Sammy :(

Chuck, you sonuvabitch

Dean not fussed about dying because Cas is gone *gross sobbing* "but FIRST you gotta bring back the people, the birds—CAS. You gotta bring HIM back."

oH! so no Big Bang 2.0.. which means they have time.

3 Sad Bois in the bunker :( :( :(

drunk!Dean passed out on the floor in the library is a mood

Dean + Jack wearing blue.. yeh I'm thinking of Cas :'c

so Jack doesn't have his Nephilim powers but he does have the weird Darkness Curse + he can sense.. oh, Angels.

Route 66. nice.

Dean finds a golden dog!! and the Happy Music SWELLS!! (sidenote: is that Jensen's dog?) "MIRACLE DOG" *gross sobbing + smiles*

(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻┻ CHUCK KILLED DEAN'S MIRACLE *ALL THE SOBBING*

MICHAEL! meet your nephew, Jack :3

Michael lost Adam :(

"Daddy's Boy" oh, Dean..

Team Kill Chuck

God's book needs Death to read it, so.. New Death incoming? Lucifer?

(i see those hanging utensils have been rearranged from the promo pics don't think i don't)

who's calling you Dea—omg CAS?!

LUCIFER YOU FUCKING FUCK

okay 2 things: why does The Empty care about God's Death Book? and why send Lucifer of all people? would've preferred to see a lot of Angels (Uriel) and Demons (real Meg, Ruby) in his place *le sigh, but that's BL for you*

sidenote: i am sad that we were deprived a scene of Empty!Meg ordering Lucifer around

so this Betty everyone's been so fussed about is some random reaper in line for Death.. Hello, Death 3.0!

COOL NEW SCYTHE

Luci + Michael Hells Yes this is the only thing i wanted from Lucifer's return (+ him not being redeemed)

"Asshats." can we pls keep Betty? XD

..apparently not. omG LUCI YOU'RE SUCH A SUCKUP! G'bye.

hmm.. something's up with Jack.. did he absorb part of The Empty's power during the divine implosion+after..?

before this post ends i wanna give a shoutout to Jake Abel's stellar portrayal as Michael this season *claps*

so there's some handy spell in Chuck's book. I'm confused about where that was supposed to come, storywise, but i don't think it's The Answer. I'm betting Jack is The Answer, this altered version of him since returning from The Empty post-implosion.

theory: they heard Billie say in 15x18 that Jack would be useful to God's ending, so maybe Sam is saying That Stuff out loud in case Chuck is listening; it's a red herring and Sam knows Chuck's End will come at Jack's hand, but he can't say so.

i always love the glowy special fx

Chuck + Michael convo Hells Ye—wait..

..MICHAEL YOU SUCKUP

woahzah more cool glowy fx

GO SAM GO!

boys just won't stay down :')

GO JACK GO! *called it!* forget all my theories about Chuck talking things out with TFW or whatever this is sO MUCH BETTER

Jack's divine power vaccum + The Plan ohmyes CLEVER BOYS!!!

Dean "The Ultimate Killer—No That's Not Who I Am" Winchester!!

THEY TAKE BACK THEIR NARRATIVE HELLS YES

HUMAN!godCHUCK ohmy that's perfect

God 2.0, God!Jack :')

The Youngbloods 'Get Together'

Jack, The New Light, in harmony (True Balance) with The Darkness; he and Amara are getting to know one another as foreshadowed :)

Jack brings about "paradise on earth" as foreseen by Kelly in 12x19

does this mean Eileen is back?

omj CASTIEL + JACK finally added to the Found Family initials!!!!!

(what's with the apocalyptic orange sky as they drive?)

umm.. okay.. i don't wanna get salty as a last note but: that montage? shouldn't that be kept for the end of 15x20 with Carry On My Wayward Son playing? also Cas was barely in it so wtf

BONUS: the promo for next week gives us nothing to go on. so..

CLOSING THOUGHTS: i love what happened with Jack and Chuck and The Plan, a brilliant season ending! I'm interested to see whether they address another New Death in the Final Ep, but mostly excited to see Cas and Eileen(?) back with the boys, what happens with The Empty and Heaven, and ofc where their lives go from here.

#spn 15x19 #watchnotes #thoughts #s15 #15x19

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hc about jake and amy early relationship going on tiny trips/vacations together to b&bs or hiking or stuff like that?

so this is just ‘their first trip’ so i hope that’s ok!

- for their first trip together as a couple, about 2 months into the relationship, jake and amy go on a roadtrip to spend the weekend in Boston

- they get off work early on friday and drive to boston in Amy’s (nicer) car. Jake gets them both coffee and muffins from that fancy coffee-place down the street for the trip. They spend the 4 hours (one bathroom stop included) talking about everything and nothing, having the other listen to their own favorite songs and jamming to common faves.

- they arrive at their nice, little b&b (credit to amy for research and booking) early evening, which means they have just enough time to shower (together🤭😏because they! can! do! that! now!!) before heading out for dinner. “now that we’re together we should probably share more showers and save water, yanno?” jake comments cockily right as they walk by the receptionist on their way out which makes amy blush and playfully punch his shoulder.

- since they’re both pretty tired they stick to taking a stroll to find pizza that they can eat back in their room and make a detour by the harbor on their way back to the b&b.

- While walking Jake sneaks some cute candid pictures of his girlfriend while she’s not looking because the sun is setting and she looks super pretty walking by the water, looking all glowy in the soft orange light. “what are you doing, peralta?” she questions him curiously upon catching him mid-picture and he blushes, embarrassed being caught. “you just-,” he stumbles over his own words because wow this is def his first time ever having to explain to a girl he really likes that she’s just super pretty and he wants all the dumb stuff being a couple comes with like taking pictures of each other so he can look at her whenever he wants and perhaps, one day when he knows she’s okay with it, use it it as his screensaver and to post on instagram. “i just thought you looked really nice so i’d take a picture. sorry if that was weird. i can totally delete-“ he starts to nervously ramble, nervously, but is interrupted when she grabs his phone from his hand. she kisses his cheek and takes a selfie of it. in that moment jake is sure he could potentially die of happiness. from that moment on pictures of amy, and him with amy crowd this phone.

- back in their room they get into comfy wear, eat pizza in bed (carefully as to not spill on the nice sheets, of course) and make plans for the upcoming day while the tv plays in the background. At some point during the evening Jake gets a notification on his phone which he curiously checks only to discover that it tells him Amy Santiago has tagged him in a picture on Instagram: the picture of her kissing his cheek by the harbor with the caption “Boston Harbor has some pretty good catches ❤️”. Jake smiles to himself feeling all giddy inside: social media is stupid, he knows, but this somehow makes them even more official.

- After eating and planning they cuddle in bed and watch “Hannibal”. Jake is on his back while Amy has an arm and leg slung across him with her head resting on his chest which is the perfect position for Jake to slide his hand further and further down her back until it comes to rest on her butt. “Maybe I should do like Hannibal and take a bite out of you?”. Amy halts for a second before looking up at him with a half amused half weirded out expression. “That was so bad, Jake,” she laughs but nevertheless leans in to kiss him before pulling back to meet him with dark eyes “But it somehow still worked.” The rest of the night is uhum *well spent*

- The next morning they sleep in which they’re not exactly used to so they really savour the waking up together, tangled up and naked from yesterdays shenanigans. Although at some point before 10 AM Amy does feel obligated to be the voice of reason which Jake does not exactly approve of. Next thing he knows Amy is under the covers and languid but nonetheless hella good morning s*x happens.

- They have a quick coffee for breakfast as Amy is dying to explore their planned museums and monuments. Jake doesn’t care much for that aspect of the trip, but if it means he gets to hang out with Amy and listen to her talk passionately about some tea party and a lot of other smart stuff then the pleasure is truly on his side.

- After 2 museums and monument-hunting for some time they have a nice lunch and then just walk around the city, exploring and enjoying each other’s company. At some point Amy tells him she has a surprised planned for him and minutes later they arrive at a bowling-alley. Jake goes nuts and they have the best time competing, betting that the loser has to put on a str*pte*se for the other that night.

- Amy is good at many things, probably at more things than Jake, but Jake wins this one and after a quite fancy dinner out, they head back to their B&B where she puts on a 10/10 str*pte*se followed by 10/10 foreplay and just… 10/10 night overall.

- On Sunday they get up a bit earlier and have an actual breakfast at a small local café, where Amy feels herself melt at the fact that Jake, without hesitation, knows her coffee-order. He just gets black coffee but he knows she likes hers with milk, preferably with vanilla syrup, just one pump, if available. With that they share a pile of, what they both agree is, “the best waffles they’ve ever had”. They spend the few remaining hours before departure sailing around in a swan boat which is so cliché but they both secretly love the romance of it and even it out with a lot of *sexy bantering*.

- Jake drivers them back to Brooklyn and lets Amy sleep. It’s almost hard saying goodbye when she drops him off at his place and they almost just skip town again right away. Later that night Jake posts a picture of Amy pointing at and obviously deep into talking about a painting at one of the museums they went to, which, on her side of town, makes Amy smile stupidly wide when she sees it on her phone and reads the caption saying: “Boston’s prettiest and smartest tour guide <3″

#hc

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magic-and-moonlit-wings · 4 years

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Reaction to ‘Wizards’

There were some elements of Wizards that I was quite pleased with and others I found disappointing.

Here are some notes I took while watching it:

“I was busy,” says the guy who was ASLEEP.

Cuckoo clock in bookstore looks like Bular’s head.

Green Knight can teleport, confirming potential parallel character to Angor Rot and Tronos Madu, both yellow-eyed assassins with teleportation and tragic backstories (later confirmed, yes, there are parallels between this character and those two besides the visual one)

Jim always tips at the cafe; yup, that sounds like Jim

Gunmar saving Jim: irony. Is Jim going to go to the Gumm-Gumm camp now?

Confirmation that portrait was Arthur and Guinevere and she is “gone”, presumably by magic or killed by a troll - is she dead or did she just leave? (Later confirmed, dead)

Morgana’s name is carved on the tree under Arthur’s and Guinevere’s - was she in love with Guinevere too?

Is that Nari with Morgana and Guinevere? (Later confirmed, yes)

Stone doll Callista finds looks like Angor’s totems - same village? He said it was “Gunmar’s war” that destroyed it, and she says it was a human attack, but Angor might’ve seen it as a retaliatory attack by the humans which Gunmar’s actions had provoked?

Arthur being the one to cut off Morgana’s hand makes Merlin SLIGHTLY less of an asshole for using it in the Amulet, but a lot of this still could’ve been avoided if Merlin had been willing to shut up and listen.

Oh, except it wasn’t Arthur who cut off Morgana’s hand the first time anyway?

Episode 3 ends without Steve getting knocked on his back, so that scene must’ve been his sparring match with Lancelot in Episode 2 instead of keeping it an Episode 3 tradition (like how Zuko and Iroh hug in Episode 18 of each season of Avatar the Last Airbender)

Why would Douxie be grossed out at the idea of swimming naked? Swimsuits have only been around for, what, 80 years? Presumably it was a specific lack of desire to see Steve naked.

Neat take on the Lady of the Lake.

AAARRRGGHH used to have a triple set of horns - what happened to the other two? Receded, amputated, knocked off? Also, Gunmar says AAARRRGGHH is ‘holding back’ when they spar and has yet to win against him - if AAARRRGGHH was doing that on purpose, this supports my theory that he was debating how safe it was to stay on Gunmar’s side for some time before deserting.

Morgana possessed?

Angor Rot saved Morgana/recovers her body and gives a funerary-sounding blessing, showing he was sympathetic to humans before losing his soul

Oh, and Nari gave her the new hand

Wait, so who steals Angor’s soul in this timeline?

Called it on that servant guy being a Changeling - he appears in the background of, like, every scene that episode where they’re talking about Morgana using unexpected strategies to sneak into Camelot.

Wait, except his human form is an adult - so is he a polymorph? Or Familiars can be taken as adults but babies are easier to contain and have less ‘established personality’ to match after replacing them? Or has Morgana already been creating Changelings? AAARRRGGHH calls Jim “impure” when they meet in Dwoza, suggesting Gumm-Gumms already know what Changelings are, except Morgana wasn’t working with them yet

Is Callista going to be Deya? (Later confirmed, yes)

Show seems to be matching up with old theories about Deya being the first Trollhunter, confirming that the show, comics, and novels are all separate continuities (since comics and novels show pre-Deya Trollhunters).

Gumm-Gumm berserkers - mind-controlled or grit-shaka’d (talisman of “no fear”), to throw themselves into sunlight like that?

Steve seems ready to refer to any half-decent older man as his dad, like when he refers to Merlin as ‘Wizard-Dad’. Maybe it’s because I was watching Brooklyn 99 recently but I’m reminded of Jake Peralta.

Big Jim’s crystal neck protrusions look like Strickler’s knife collar back when I thought that was part of his body. Glowy lines look like Gunmar; tie-in to Gunmar born of a “corrupted Heartstone” since Jim is “corrupted” now?

Aw, Krel called Ricky his dad.

How did AAARRRGGHH fit through the HexTech door to the backroom?

“Cat and mouse” line cuts to a shot of Archie obviously imitating Nari (confirmed a few minutes later)

Toby has obviously seen Ghostbusters. “When someone asks you if you are a god, you say YES!”

Decoration in bookshop looks like Angor’s head.

Was that lightshow of Nari searching the world for Jim’s soul just a visual metaphor for her powers or did literally everyone on Earth see that?

“There’s a force neither of us can escape - gravity!” says the woman who can fly.

Morgana’s occasional echo-y voice in Trollhunters matches Bellroc and Skael - possession/magical-influence related?

So did Merlin have that book on him or did his body turn into the book?

Are all dragons fluffy and/or shapeshifters in this universe?

Might’ve been smarter to keep Merlin’s staff intact and destroy the Grimoire so the Arcane Order never knows where to find the Genesis Seals, just saying.

If Morgana didn’t become “the Eldritch Queen” until, like, IMMEDIATELY before Angor approached her (therefore days earlier at most in the unaltered timeline), how had he heard of her to seek her aid? Was he actually reaching out to the Arcane Order? At least this explains why he didn’t go to the Trollhunter for help - there was no Trollhunter to approach yet.

Big Jim ‘dies’ in the same pose as AAARRRGGHH in Trollhunters Season 1 and Draal in Unbecoming, both false death scenes, for five-second foreshadowing Jim was alive.

Mixed feelings about him being human again - like I’ve said, I didn’t think the Troll Jim subplot was well-executed but I also felt like, now that it’s been established, the show needs to stick with it. Since everything’s over I’m going to headcanon Jim having shapeshifting powers now and being able to switch between human and troll at will, he just didn’t think to try to do so on-camera.

Also, I feel like Jim’s relationship with Claire is once again completely overshadowing his relationship with Toby, instead of them being different kinds of relationships with equal weight.

Barbara is going to be pretty shocked when her human son shows up again. She and Strickler don’t appear at all in this series, even in cameo.

Maybe Jim’s not a troll anymore because, with Merlin and Morgana both dead, their magic is “broken” and that’s what was holding his transformation in place? Merlin’s through the potion, Morgana’s through the Changeling femur, both through the Amulet.

Is Jim still going back to New Jersey? Blinky’s got to, unless the trolls there have elected a new leader or they’re bringing the New Jersey Heartstone back to Arcadia.

Series ending scene also would work as the final scene of a movie, setting up a sequel hook even though it’s supposed to be over now.

Seems like wizards are long-lived and age really slowly? Possibly a “will not die but can be killed” situation, like vampires, or unicorns (at least in The Last Unicorn)

Additional thoughts after finishing the show and thinking for a while:

I don’t get how Morgana could end up with such a reputation among trolls - enough to have superstitions about her, seen when Dictatious objects to Usurna saying her name - when they only interacted with her for like a few days at most. I guess she made a pretty strong impression on Gunmar, who passed that on to everyone else? Or maybe she cultivated that reputation over time via the Changelings?

Speaking of the Changelings, does this mean that, while Morgana designed the process to create them, she doesn’t make each individual one? Otherwise she would’ve had to pre-make a bunch in the time between getting her new hand and being trapped in the Heartstone. Although, if she can steal Angor’s soul remotely (with the idea she was already trapped in the Heartstone when that happened), she can probably also make Changelings remotely.

I’m kind of sorry the Changelings got invented so quickly; I figured there would be some trial-and-error to that process.

How I think the Original Timeline went:

Morgana would’ve turned to the Arcane Order seeking magic allies, later in the day that gets changed when the time-travelers arrive. Possibly she seeks out Nari, specifically, remembering her from childhood.

Merlin then sees Morgana as the Future Threat and he or one of the knights (not Arthur) cut off her hand in the resulting fight.

Merlin makes the Amulet. It chooses Callista, who is still in Camelot’s dungeon at the time, and she agrees to fight Gunmar in exchange for her freedom.

She fully intending to go back on the deal and run for it, but then something-something-something and she learns her original name and saves the world anyway. Probably she’s the one who took down and imprisoned AAARRRGGHH in Dwoza, which inspired the other trolls there to follow her.

Morgana finds out about the Trollhunter shortly before Angor arrives to ask her for magic, which is why she orders him to hunt the Trollhunters down.

Arthur thinks Merlin killed Morgana and wants to avenge her, leading him to the Arcane Order for the original not-time-loop-prompted attack.

Show did a good job establishing and developing Douxie’s relationship with Merlin

Also, how did that bookshop end up a center of Merlin’s power? He’s only been in the modern world for a few months. Did he set a shop up off-camera while the trolls were travelling to New Jersey and the Akiridions were discovering Earth?

How did Ricky Blank lose his head, anyway? Can Hex Tech fix him? Krel says magic and Akiridion tech combine harmoniously.

#Tales of Arcadia #toaWizards #commentary #spoilers

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age-of-greta · 11 months

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The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! Welcome to the last part of The Moon, the epilogue. I hope you have loved this fic as much as I did. Thank you all for following along. With that being said, I am working on a new fic (where my Josh girls at?)! Originally I planned to start it at the end of next month, but upon further reflection I might postpone it because… I am working on a very spooky Halloween series!! I plan to release one special a week in October. So stay tuned for that!! Again, THANK YOU & enjoy The Moon <3

Paring: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: adult content, cursing, alcohol consumption, fluffffffff, maybe slight angst?

Word count: 4.3k

EPILOGUE

ONE YEAR LATER:

“Shit! Sam, can you check the oven?” You yell down the hall, still grasping for the zipper on your sundress.

“Got it out five minutes ago my love! All is well here I promise!” Sam yelled back from the kitchen.

You took a deep breath. Thank god. You had been running around all day like a chicken with your head cut off; cooking, cleaning. Now you have to make yourself presentable in twenty minutes or less. Well, that was when they were supposed to be here anyway. Realistically, you knew it would be at least thirty to forty five minutes before someone walked through that door. It was your housewarming party, sort of. You and Sam had moved into your own house in Nashville around three weeks ago. As much as you tried and worked, things still weren’t fully unpacked. Moving was dirty work, it was even harder when Sam would pause from unpacking to “christen” a new room. As stressful as it was, it had been blissful. Except now you were all sorts of stressed. When you had planned this party surely you thought everything would be in order and decorated. That wasn’t the case. Sure, some of it was. The kitchen was in okay shape and the living room. Yours and Sam’s bedroom was okay too, it was really the spare rooms and basement that was a disaster. All of that swam through your mind, but your biggest enemy today was this goddamn zipper on your dress. It wouldn’t budge.

“Motherfuck.” You spat. Then, you heard laughing in the hallway.

“Need some help?” Sam said, leaned against the door frame with an amused look.

You gave him a glare and nodded. He scooped your hair to the size and ran his hands over your back, grabbing the zipper and tugging at it with ease.

“There.” He said, looking at you.

You were wearing a pink linen sundress, it was sort of short, but it complimented your body and tan gracefully. It was a square neckline with fun ruffled sleeves. You had crimped your hair and pulled some of it back in a golden butterfly clip. You wore a gaggle of gold necklaces and a medium sized pair of hoops. Your makeup was dewy and glowy, with your eyebrows brushed ever so slightly up. You felt pretty. Genuinely pretty. Sam must have thought so too, as you could see the way he was looking at you in the mirror.

“You smell good.” He said, as he spun you around and placed his hands around your waist.

“Thank you Sammy.” You said, beaming a smile up at him.

He smirked at that familiar nickname and pecked a kiss at your neck.

You giggled. “It’s almost five and I have so much to do!”

“Relax.” Sam said, still kissing up and down your neck while his hands roamed. “I got the cheese board out of the fridge, the green beans are in the crockpot, pasta salad in the fridge, and the fish is in the oven on warm. Besides, they're always late anyway.”

You start to give in, you’re always putty in his hands.

Then the doorbell rings.

“Goddamnit.” Sam says, tearing his face away from you. “Really? The one time they’re actually on time?”

You laughed and pressed your forehead to his.

“Get the door. We can finish this later.” You said with a smile.

He kissed your nose. “Yes ma’am.”

Then he’s off and you're cleaning your appearance up. He didn’t do too much damage, thankfully. You exit the room and walk down the hallway with your woven platforms thudding against the hardwoods. You see that familiar black curly hair and smile big.

“Hi cousin, welcome to our home!” You say.

He smiles back and wraps you in a hug.

“So this is the harlot’s den that stole my best friend and roommate from me?” Danny jokes.

You roll your eyes while Sam chuckles.

“Just you?” You ask.

Danny laughs. “Yeah what do you think? I thought I’d come by early and help a bit.”

“Early?” You say furrowing your brows. “Danny it’s 5:03. Everyone was supposed to be here at 5.”

“And yet here I am, the only one here. I would say that constitutes as early.”

You groan a laugh. “Okay fine. Sam, can you give him a tour?”

It had in fact been 45 minutes until that doorbell rang. In that time Sam had given Danny a whole tour, had a few beers, then started eating the fruit off of the fruit pie you had made. You figured the next to arrive would be Jake- and he was bringing his girlfriend. When you heard Josh’s boisterous voice from the other room you smiled and headed out of the kitchen.

Standing in your doorway was Josh with a bottle of wine with an obnoxious red bow. But next to him was Jake, his sunglasses still on, and his girlfriend with a plate wrapped in tin foil in her hands.

You swallow before speaking. “Well nice of you to join us!” You say, making your presence known.

“My apologies for being late, my lady.” Josh says, handing you the bottle of wine and pecking your cheek.

“You’re forgiven, but only because you brought wine.”

“Hi, Jake.” You lean in giving him a light partial hug.

“Birdie.” He retorts lightly tapping your back.

“Gwen!” You exclaim, pulling her into a hug.

She hugs you back. “Sorry we’re late. Jake didn’t turn the oven on before he popped these in.”

She unwraps the plate and displays an array of cookies. Gwen was always well intentioned, but her cooking skills were awful. You couldn’t help but think that Jake may have intentionally turned off the oven.

You chuckle at her. “Sounds like him. Wanna come pop these in the kitchen with me?”

“You bet.” She says, offering a smile.

Gwen and Jake had been dating for about three months now. You liked her, you really did. She was very kind, a little soft spoken, and she was pretty. One night Josh drunkenly leaned over and said: “You know she kinda looks like you.” This caused Sam to grip your thigh a little tighter, but you brushed it off. If you were being honest, she did resemble you slightly. Except your style was a little more refined or extra if you will. Gwen loved the basics and she could effortlessly pull it off. Perhaps that’s why Jake was attracted to her. You didn’t think Gwen knew anything about history with you and Jake. Why would he tell her? If she did know, she didn’t seem too concerned with it. She was always kind to you. You couldn’t help but like her, but personality-wise you two would never be beyond surface level friends and that was okay.

“Where do you want these?” Gwen scanned the room for empty counter space.

“You can put them on the stove, it’s not on. Thank you for making them by the way, you didn’t have to do that.”

She waved her hand at you. “Happy to. I love this kitchen by the way. Your style is so eclectic.”

You laughed. “Thank you. Wanna grab the guys and start the grand tour?”

You two made your way back to the group making small talk on the way there. You took your place next to Sam, who absentmindedly wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Birdie, where’s Margo?” Josh asked, furrowing his brows slightly.

“Florida. She got called into a travel meeting yesterday. She was upset about it to say the least.”

Josh groaned. “Oh boo.”

“Tell me about it.” You replied.

Josh and Margo were… friends? They hung out randomly it seemed. You didn’t believe anything romantic had popped up, but truthfully you didn’t fully know. They seemed like the opposite version of the other but also somehow the same. But in group settings you could find them side by side joking and cackling in a corner somewhere.

“Alright!” Sam exclaimed with a clap. “Ladies and gentlemen prepare yourselves for a once in a lifetime tour this evening where your tour guides will show you every square inch of this lavish home. Except for the basement, because all of the weird sex shit is down there and my partner here gave us a red flag for that part.”

You scoffed and lightly smacked his chest. “Oh my god that’s enough beer for Sam tonight. Our basement is still a disaster right now, but next event I promise it will be open to the public.”

“So you need time to clear out all the weird sex shit?” Danny asks, in an amused tone.

You huff and roll your eyes. “Okay right this way everybody.”

After the tour had come to a natural conclusion everyone was sipping beers on the back porch.

“This is where we’re going to put a pool in.” Sam announces, talking with his hands.

You look at Gwen and smile. “So what did you think?”

“It’s really nice. I can’t wait to see it once you get everything finished. You should come by and decorate their house.” She says, nudging Jake.

He offers her a small smile and nods in return.

“I actually sort of did for a few days when they moved in last year. It was absolutely hectic.”

She chuckles. “With this group? Never.”

You felt as if you needed to keep the conversation progressing. “I really like your jumpsuit. Where did you get it?”

She was wearing a navy sleeveless jumpsuit and sandals with her hair pulled up in a ponytail, a few whispys framing her face, and pearls on her ears. She looked cute, sort of nautical.

“Ah, thanks. It’s from Nordstrom Rack I think? But I mean look at you. You look and smell like a birthday cake.”

You laugh at that. “A birthday cake? That’s a new one.”

“She’s just as sweet as birthday cake too.” Sam smirks, putting his fingers in his mouth and pretending to lick them clean as a lewd gesture.

Your cheeks turn pink. “Jesus Christ okay seriously no more beer for you Sam.”

Gwen laughs with no thought behind it as Jake looks off in the backyard.

Sam didn’t typically act this way, but you assumed he was taking a chance to say something like that in front of Jake. Almost as a reminder. He never brought up what happened, but you could tell sometimes he still felt some way about it. You couldn’t say you blamed him.

“I’m going to cut up some more fruit to top the pie with.” You say excusing yourself away. “Danny, no more beer for this one.” You point at Sam.

He laughs and salutes you as you walk inside.

Once back in the kitchen you take a breather and pour yourself a small glass of wine while grabbing the fruit, cutting boards, and a knife. You take a sip and begin washing the produce. You hum absentmindedly as the water runs. Once washed you begin to dry the fruit and start to chop up some strawberries. Then you cut up pineapple and decide to clean up the mess before you get to your last fruit.

“Wine?” A voice pops up from behind you.

You jump, slightly startled. Then you see Jake standing in the doorway with his hand up on the frame. His sunglasses are finally off and he has a beer in his other hand.

You huff a breathy laugh. “Yeah. Just something to take the edge off I suppose.”

He steps closer towards you. “Want any help?”

You shake your head and look back to the fruit. “I think I’m good. I just need to cut the kiwis now.”

You begin placing the sliced strawberries and pineapple on the top of the pie.

“Nonsense. I’ll cut these up for you.”

You both reach for the kiwis at the same time and your hands touch, grazing by one another. You look over and Jake’s eyes are staring back into yours. Silence. Mere seconds have passed and you feel as if it’s been forever.

“Hey Jake they’re playing cornhole if you wanna-“ Gwen states stepping into this kitchen. “Oh sorry if you’re helping I can just partner with Josh.”

You rip your eyes away from Jake and shake your head. “No, no. Go play Jake. I’ve got it from here.”

You can see in your peripheral he glances back down at you. “Okay yeah. Let’s go.”

Then he leaves the kitchen and grabs Gwen’s hand wrapping it in his.

You chug the rest of your wine and cut the kiwis.

“Fuck that was so good.” Josh states, leaning back in his chair.

“Yeah it really was. You two could call yourselves chefs.” Gwen says, taking a sip of her water.

You and Sam laugh simultaneously.

“What? Did you poison us or something?” Josh asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Something like that.” Sam starts. “The fish filets? They’re plant based. We’re full veg now baby.”

Sam wraps his arm around you as you continue to giggle at his antics.

“Oh son of a bitch. You two have somehow now become more annoying.” Danny teases.

“I mean what a better opportunity to make this announcement than at a dinner party where you actually enjoyed your vegetarian food?” You ask, lifting your wine glass off of the table.

“I think I would rather have been poisoned.” Josh jokes.

You all laugh at that.

“I think I’m going to grab some pie. Anyone want some?”

Jake asks, starting to get up.

Everyone raises their hand.

“Well shit let me just go put on my butler uniform and I’ll get to work on bringing that out for you all.”

Gwen laughs. “I’ll get a bell for you babe!”

You tip your wine glass towards her and nod. “Now that is a good idea.”

She lets out a laugh and inches closer to you. “Right? He’s been so weird today, it’s good to see him smile. I think he’s just tired, they were in the studio last night.”

You force a smile. “Oh definitely. They might as well take overnight bags when they go.”

Except, they weren’t in the studio last night. Sam was at home with you and you knew Danny went ax throwing. It was seldom Jake or Josh went without the other two, especially since they had their own studio in their house. You tried not to read into that too much.

Jake returned a few minutes later with the pie cut and portioned. He plopped a slice down on everyone’s plate. You all ate with an array of small talk bouncing around the table. When you were finished Josh and Danny did the dishes and cleaned up while you and Sam had gotten the fire pit going outside. Jake had grabbed one of Sam’s guitars and was sitting by tuning it. Gwen stared at him in awe, you remember those days.

But your head was glued on Sam. Watching him try to light some fancy logs you two had bought as he cursed under his breath. A smile curled up on your lips and a light laugh left you. Sam turned around and beamed a smile at you. “Hush.”

You threw your hands up in defense. Finally, he got it to light. Then everyone gathered around the campfire while Jake softly strummed. You laid your head on Sam’s shoulder while he held your legs. He smelled so good, just like himself. You swear you would turn his scent into a candle if given the opportunity.

Josh and Gwen were talking about something in depth while Danny entertained Sam. There were a few bottles of wine that were brought out, so everyone poured a glass. Sam took the light sweet liquid and brought it to his lips, softly humming and running his thumbs over your skin. He glanced down at you and gave you a wink as you grinned back at him.

You were so in love and you felt so at peace. Surrounded by the people you love the most: your friends, your soulmate, your family.

THREE YEARS LATER:

Wedding planning was a bitch. You shut your laptop and groaned. If you got on Pinterest one more time you might have thrown up.

“Hey it’s okay. I don’t care what anything looks like. All that matters is that it’s you and me up there.” Sam offers in a kind voice. “I’m going to make you some tea.”

You sighed. “I know Sam, it’s just so fucking stressful. I thought us having a tiny wedding would be easy. I stand corrected.”

Sam chuckled and placed a teabag in a mug. “Baby nothing with me is ever going to be easy.”

That brought a smile to your face. “I know. That’s why I’m marrying you.”

He placed your tea down next to you and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Just a few short weeks and you’ll be mine forever.”

“I already am.” You remind him with a grin.

The day had arrived. It was hectic to say the least, but you and Sam had spent last night together cuddled up in bed discussing how no matter what everything would be perfect. You were all back in Michigan, choosing to get married at a lake house you had been to as kids. It was secluded and beautiful. There weren’t many people invited to your wedding and you and Sam had chosen to skip the groomsmen/bridesmaids aspect. Per tradition, you hadn’t seen Sam all day, but you could hear him. He was getting ready on the third floor while you were on the second floor. You could hear him pacing about and raising his voice at his brothers. It made you giggle. He was nervous, as if you would ever say no.

“Makeup and hair is here. You ready?” Margo asks you.

You smile and nod. “Send them in.”

You were about to begin your getting ready process. You had already had various hair treatments done, your teeth whitened, nails done, toes done, spray tan, you had even gotten a special facial (not from Sam). All that was left was makeup, hair, jewelry, then dress. The dress of your dreams. It was just a plain and simple white silk dress that hugged your body perfectly. The train was rather small and you opted out of a veil. Sam would be in a classic black suit, tailored specifically for him. You had seen the previews of the suit and it made your heart skip a beat. The theme of your wedding was florals. Really just purple, blue, pink, and orange wildflowers. These flowers were scattered amongst white roses on the small wooden arch and dusted around the aisle. You would be married right in front of the lake, with a small reception at the lake house after. It was simple and small, but everything you could have wanted and more.

Your hair sat in rollers while the makeup artist rolled a nude pink lip liner over your lips.

“I’m going to run something down to Josh.” Margo announced, leaving the door slightly ajar.

You gave her a nod as you heard her click down the stairs. The makeup artists continued to focus in on your lips and you stared at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful. Dewy plump skin, natural contour and blush, light warm smokey eye with lashes, paired with this nude pink satin lip.

“Margo hold up!” You heard your fiancé almost yell out.

“What’s wrong Sam? Getting cold feet?” She asked with a laugh.

You heard him scoff. “No. I probably have the hottest feet in the history of feet right now. I need you to please come and fix Daniel’s tie. He thinks it’s straight and it isn’t.”

You chuckled at Sam’s concern. He had tried to be the calm one about this wedding. But deep down you knew he was just as much of a perfectionist as you were. He had been there to ground you through the stress of the planning, but you had secretly heard him get snippy with his brothers on the phone when they chimed in on the wedding. He had put a lot of thought and effort into this day, but didn’t want you to stress about it.

You sat in your chair as your rollers were taken out and your hair was sprayed and teased. Truthfully, you loved the way your hair had turned out. It was full of volume and light curls. You added your gold and pearl earrings and sprayed perfume onto your hair and body. The last thing you had to do was put your dress on. You smiled as you slipped the white fabric up your body and Margo got to work on pinning.

“Oh fuck. You look so beautiful.” She said, giving a small sniffle.

Margo looked beautiful too. She was in a light green midi dress that tied in the back. Her light pink hair contrasted it perfectly.

“Stop it right now.” You say, pushing a tear away. “I’m not crying on my wedding day.” A half sob half laugh escapes your throat.

Margo wraps you in a hug and then clears her throat. “So we’re ready then?”

You nod and give her a smile.

“I’ll go rally the troops.”

Margo heads down to get everything in motion and you stare out the window at the arch and the beautiful scenery around it. There would be no more than twenty people attending, but you still felt a little nervous.

Just then you heard a knock on the door frame. You turned around to see Jake. He had an indescribable look on his face with a soft smile.

“Wow.” He breathed. “You look absolutely breathtaking. Sam is going to cry his eyes out.”

You laughed at him. “He better.”

“I just wanted to come down and say, I’m happy for you. I’m happy for you and Sammy both. It’s a beautiful day.”

You smiled brightly at him. “Thank you Jake.”

He returned the same smile. “I’ll see you down there.”

Then he’s off down the stairs filing in with everyone else.

Only one thing left to do now, and that was to get married.

Sam did cry; borderline sobbing. That melted your heart. The ceremony was beautiful. Your family, Josh, Danny, Jake and Gwen, Sam’s family, Margo, aunts, uncles, a few cousins, and a photographer friend were in attendance. They all followed you and Sam into the “reception.” Which was really just the large outdoor patio. Josh rigged up speakers and acted as the DJ.

“For the first time Mr. & Mrs. Kiszka!” He bellowed into the small karaoke microphone. Everyone collectively cheered. There was the first dance, a few speeches, and of course food. You had catered a vegetarian burger joint and a modest sized vanilla cake. Everything was delicious. After the champagne toast, you took a few pictures before a majority of the crowd shuffled out knowing once the alcohol began to flow things would get out of hand. You hugged your parents and family who came, promising to meet for brunch tomorrow. Then turned your attention back to Sam who was more than eager to have you to himself. He kept his hand around your waist the whole night while everyone played drinking games and danced. Gwen had gotten incredibly intoxicated as she swayed around in her lilac dress. Jake eventually had to sit her down and force water and bread onto her, before resuming his drinking activities.

Josh was pouring more tequila shots for everyone while his vape hung out of his mouth. “Gather round! Gather round! I have the nectar of the gods!”

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and turned towards you. “I can’t keep my hands off of you Mrs. Kiszka.”

Sam’s eyes were a little red and he had the slightest smell of alcohol on his breath. He had been incredibly diligent with pacing himself on the extracurricular activities, as you know he wanted you both to enjoy your wedding night.

You smiled mischievously at him. “We’re married, Mr. Kiszka. You don’t have to.”

Sam reached down and scooped you up while you erupted in giggles.

“Sorry Josh! No can do! I’m taking my wife to our room. An apology fair in advance to everyone staying in this house tonight. We won’t be quiet!”

You lightly smacked his arm as he walked into the house, still carrying you. “Sam! Goodnight everyone! Thank you for coming!”

You and Sam both laughed giddy with each other. He finally got you both into your room. Then, he unzipped you out of your dress and let it fall to the floor. You had on white lace lingerie underneath and Sam gave your ass a light smack as you plopped down on the bed. He sat beside you with soft eyes.

“I can’t believe I get to call you my wife. Forever.”

You grin at him. “Forever baby. I love you.”

“I love you. You’re so beautiful. Ethereal even.”

“Don’t make me blush. Why don’t you get out of those clothes? Do a little strip for me.”

He smirks at you while starting to undress. “Your wish is my command. Happy wife, happy life right?”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Shut up and come here.”

The next morning you woke up next to your husband sleepy eyed and well rested. You glanced over and saw him sleeping peacefully bathed in sunlight, his arms still wrapped around you. You looked over at your ring sitting proudly on your finger and couldn’t help but smile. This was your life. He was your life. You would follow him to the ends of the Earth, and he would for you as well. You started to scoot over slightly and he subconsciously pulled you closer into him. You nuzzled into his chest, content to lay like this all morning as your breaths synched. It was a preview as to how your life would go.

You and Sam, moving together fluidly as one.

Forever.

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The Birthday - Part 1

DAVE: and its like

DAVE: sure you know whatever fuck it

KARKAT: …

DAVE: im too deep and invested in this fucking story already

DAVE: if attila the hun can be santa i guess she can also be the reincarnation of an alien god with yaoi hands

DAVE: what do i even know

KANAYA: (How Did This Conversation Devolve Into This Again Dear)

ROSE: (I have no idea, but I’ve counted seven tangents from the original conversation topic already, and I’m expecting it all to come back to the start in another four, give or take.)

The Thirteenth of April. An Earth-wide celebrated holiday, the day of Creation, the day the Creators returned and graced the inhabitants of the world they made with their presence, the day they descended to stay, and live among mortals. The day you won the game, and claimed the Ultimate Reward, as rulers of a new reality.

To be completely honest, you never really jelled with the grandiose vibe of this holiday.

ROXY: and she was like, ‘ur an outlaw of gender’ and im like oh my fuckin god thats the BEST thing anyone has ever done w/ my title <3 im savin that one

DIRK: Fitting, for sure.

DIRK: I recall a similar experience in the past with my own Mythological Role.

CALLIOPE: i believe that was a conversation we had, in fact! ^u^

DIRK: Yeah. Prince of Heart, Destroyer of Souls. That was a rather enlightening talk. You can probably twist these nonsense names to mean whatever badass or stupid thing you want them to.

JAKE: Well you sure make it sound easier than it actually is! Why *page* and *hope* are already kind of a doozy on their own let alone twisting their meaning in a humorous or intriguing way.

ROXY: aw jakey im sure we can work w/ that

ROXY: specially given the uh page duds

ROXY: like ur the sexy robin of glowy bullshit

DIRK: Oh my god.

ROXY: a saucy and sparkly peter pan

JAKE: Hmm…

ROXY: THE HIMBO OF ASS fuckin got it B)

CALLIOPE: roxy please i’m trying to politely hold my laUghter, bUt yoU’re making it very difficult!

JAKE: Theres that word again! Jasprose has been calling me that but despite knowing my fair share of obscure slang

ROXY: (lmao)

JAKE: I havent been privy to this ones meaning yet!

ROXY: not so fun bein on the receivin end of weird-ass words huh jake

JAKE: So…

JAKE: What DO you mean im a himbo exactly?

DIRK: …

Your name is Jade Harley, and to be honest, you don’t really care about the Day of Creation. But then again, you’re also privileged enough to BE one of the Creators. No, the Thirteenth of April is a much more private and personal day for you and your group of friends. The birthday of Jane Crocker, your ectobiological progenitor, but most importantly, at least in your eyes, the birthday of John Egbert.

God, you love your ecto-sibling so much.

Over a decade ago, back on your island, you fantasized about the things you would show to your friends once you entered the Game, the fated Session you’d seen in your dreams, night after night. John, out of all of them, was always the closest to you, asleep just a short trip over from your own tower, having awful nightmares. Haunted by that which was yet to come. You tried to help him wake up for years.

And then, when he finally did, your Dreamself was gone.

Barely any time to have fun, barely any fun to be had in the first place. And once the Scratch erased everything, and you brought the Session along with you, it felt as thought those dreams may become a reality, that you would, at long last, have one of your closest friends in the whole wide world there, able to hang out with you.

Well, you suppose at least one iteration of you DID enjoy a three year journey alongside John and Davesprite. You really wonder how different your trip would have been if you had your friends with you.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: So what’s it gonna be, sweet buns?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Got a wish in mind already?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Better be careful what you think of, or it may become a reality right in front of your very eyes. ;3

JANE: Oh Jaspie, please…

JANE: We’re in the middle of a party, can’t you control yourself just a teensy tiny bit?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You and I both know the answer to that question already, mrrow~.

It’s okay though. You’ve put it all behind by now. You won the game, and John was back. All of your original friend group made it, crossed the threshold, and became the Gods of this new world. And it has been fun! It really has been so much fun, you’ve met so many different people, and you have discovered so many different things about yourself!

But not everyone is as eager and excited as you are.

You really don’t know what goes through his mind most of the time, but you know John is not doing so fresh. After going through so much, after thinking you would never see him again for three long years… Despite him being alive, it’s not like you have seen that much of him lately either way.

“not today”, “i’m feeling a bit off, sorry!”, excuses, all of them, but you want to respect his… You don’t even know, honestly. His privacy? His desire to mope around all day? Ugh. But you simply couldn’t handle him being holed up and alone in his Birthday of all days. It took a while to convince him, but you did it. And it has been…

JOHN: …eally fun.

JADE: huh?

JOHN: i said this has been fun!

JOHN: i’m… sorry i haven’t been THERE too much lately, jade.

JOHN: but i’m glad i listened to you.

JOHN: it’s been waaaay too long since the last time i hung out with all of you guys.

JOHN: i…

JOHN: i missed this.

JOHN: thank you.

JADE: :’D

JADE: awww, cmere you adorable little sweetie!

Your arm curls around his back, hand pressed to that messy mane of his, longer than you remember him having let it grow before. There’s an almost… Nostalgic longing in those bright blue eyes of his, and you can’t help but wonder if there isn’t something else he’s missing today.

…

Not like you can do much about it. The party is just getting started, and you intend to make the best of every second. Here, today. With your friends and family.

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May 13th-May 19th, 2019 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party week long chat that occurred from May 13th, 2019 to May 19th, 2019. The chat focused on Damsels Don’t Wear Glasses by J Alice Bown.

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RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- WEEK LONG BOOK CLUB START!

Hello and welcome everyone to Comic Tea Party’s Week Long Book Club~! This week we’ll be focusing on Damsels Don’t Wear Glasses by J Alice Bown~! (http://damsels-dont-wear-glasses.com/)

You are free to read and comment about the comic all week at your own pace, so stop on by whenever it suits your schedule! Remember, though, that while we allow constructive criticism, our focus is to have fun and appreciate the comic. Below you will find four questions to get you started on the discussion. However, a new question will be posted and pinned everyday (between 12:01AM and 6AM PDT), so keep checking back for more! You have until May 19th to tell us all your wonderful thoughts! With that established, let’s get going on the reading and the chatting!

QUESTION 1. What has been your favorite scene in the comic so far? What specifically did you like about it?

QUESTION 2. In so far, what aspect of the world-building catches your interest the most? Why is that so? Also, what theories do you have in regards to differences between places like Persephone and Hestia?

Delphina

For serious scenes, I think I gotta go with the big swordy magic scene where she saves Jake from being crushed by the statue (http://damsels-dont-wear-glasses.com/?comic_id=202) because the lighting effects are gorgeous and seeing Lave doing big magic stuff with her sword was really really cool. For silly scenes, the one that always sticks with me is Lave trying to be a host and failing miserably. (http://damsels-dont-wear-glasses.com/?comic_id=123)

keii4ii

2) I really liked this page. http://damsels-dont-wear-glasses.com/index.php?comic=20180423 How she just asks a random person on the street for a magic shortcut and gets an answer right away. While it's always been clear that magic is an ordinary thing, this kind of little details really shows exactly how ordinary.

Capitania do Azar

I really like the prologue, particularly the part where they climb the lamppost. There's just so much character into the entire scene, and the exchanges are really cool. It's a very strong beginning for a story too, imo!!

2) http://damsels-dont-wear-glasses.com/index.php?comic=20130423 I really think this part has a lot to show about world building like, here's this weird magical event going on, but everyone is just "I was just trying to show you something cool urg" and "well this ain't it"

duskglass

for the worldbuilding, i especially love the variety of creatures/nonhumans we've seen so far, and how well integrated they are with the setting! it's got a classic urban fantasy vibe while also being very fresh and unique

RebelVampire

QUESTION 3. At the moment, who is your favorite character? What about that character earns them this favor?

QUESTION 4. What do you think Lave’s backstory is? Do you think she got all her scars from her job, or might some of them predate her job somehow? How do you think Jake will change the way Lave handles and deals with her life?

ClauseArt

heeey I just saw this! This is my comic! Thanks for taking the time to read it! c8

RebelVampire

1) i definitely gotta go with the scene where jake is in dream world like place with aishe. I really love how this scene just suddenly adds 1000 layers of mystery. Plus, i really just love the change in color scheme. It really gives it this other worldly feel that gives me goosebumps. Plus, I also just like Aishe's design. 2) I've really been enjoying the differences in magic. Like, for example, how most zombies actually suck cause ya know...theyre dead. I feel this adds such a great twist what we expect, cause every change I feel fits a more logical setup for what the magic does. Again, like how the zombie thing makes 1000% sense cause dead bodies are not the sturdiest. I am curious about why Lave had such a reaction to Hestia magic schools, but I don't have any theories outside of magic must be viewed very differently in places.

3) Kestrel because he's such a precious failure at life. Like...he just cannot catch a break and for some reason that makes him super endearing to me. Plus now hes got the whole aishe connection thing going on so that makes him double interesting. But mostly I want to boop him for all his failures. 4) I would think some of her scares would have to predate her job. Cause she's...she's got a lot of them. And considering she mentioned having been in jail, I'm kind of struck with the idea that maybe she ran with a gang or something. She super gives me the impression of someone who mostly raised herself and didnt have a huge loving family involved in teaching her how to deal with life. I think Jake will be a good influence on her though and teach her to be more careful. Cause she seems very fun loving and reckless, and while that can work when youre solo, its not great when you have other ppl. Like i think the Kestrel thing was a good example cause I felt Lave perhaps was too loose cannon with it, which semi resulted in Kestrel almost kicking the bucket. And Jake is like 1000 times more fragile, and I think it'll force Lave to see that she cant protect anybody if she goes around without a plan.

ClauseArt

@Capitania do Azar that scene with Kest and lave interacting around the lamp-post was actually the moment I decided Kest worked well as a main character. He was honestly going to die in the original draft. @keii4ii thanks! I super love just....the mundane feeling of everyday magic. @Delphina Honestly Lave just being a f--k up is probably my fav part of writing her character, especially for comedic effect XD Next to drawing glowy magic scenes of course.(edited)

@RebelVampire Oh wow this is a lot. Thank you! ;-; dammit I really can't respond to these kind of questions cus spoilers. But I'm glad you noticed a lot of my characters having...well a habit of messing up (and Lave did not handle that first chap well cough) XD Also Aishe is my fav character to draw, because Kest is my fav character to draw only its + because glowy effects. I do really like when more real world logic is put in fantasy, like corpses making for bad heavy hitters unless they're in a swarm. So I'm super glad you liked that!

Capitania do Azar

4. If Lave's style has always been what we've seen so far, then all those scars don't surprise me at all! They'd be the natural consequence of past encounters, work related or otherwise. It just kinda feels that everything ends with someone getting punched around her

3. I've really liked pretty much everyone, but I think Lave's my favorite cuz she's sturdy but messy and I feel there's a lot to be learned about her aha

And also she prolly also has a lot to learn

RebelVampire

QUESTION 5. What has been your favorite illustration in the comic so far? What specifically about it do you like?

QUESTION 6. Why do you think Jake is in Persephone with no guardian? What theories do you have on Jake’s hatred of non-humans? Will Jake be able to overcome his prejudice?

Capitania do Azar

6. Jake feels a lot like is somebody important's family but important could mean a lot of things. And has for his discomfort, I think it mostly stems from not knowing/being used to all this magic, which gives me the idea that some of these cities are less magical than others

5. Not an illustration, but I really love how in the last pages, as the sun rises, the colors become brighter and the sky becomes pink!!

It really helps bringing home the feeling that the night is over and the quietness of early morning, which is kinda fitting since they also stopped fighting

Delphina

I think I gotta go with Lave as my favorite character too because competent + ridiculous + magical +swordy is my entire jam so she's sorta the best of all worlds. Gena holds a special place in my heart too because she's clearly trying to keep a lot of things together.

Illustration-wise, I love how things like Jake's anxiety (http://damsels-dont-wear-glasses.com/?comic_id=198) or Chirovision (http://damsels-dont-wear-glasses.com/?comic_id=237) or Aisheland (http://damsels-dont-wear-glasses.com/?comic_id=225) traveling through magic spaces (http://damsels-dont-wear-glasses.com/index.php?comic=20170501) make the palette and rendering different depending on the mood. Really good use of a more abstract style to convey tone and worldbuilding.

(Now I want there to be a DDWG theme park where there's weird places like Aisheland)

varethane

Lave is my fave!!!! I love her goofy attitude paired with how much butt she kicks when it's necessary. I love seeing people underestimate her and then get surprised, haha.(edited)

My favourite illustration is.... hard to pick, but probably this page: http://damsels-dont-wear-glasses.com/?comic_id=206

Capitania do Azar

oh yeah, I really love the color work for those scenes, it carries out the emotions very well

RebelVampire

QUESTION 7. Which characters do you enjoy seeing interact the most? What about their dynamic interests you?

QUESTION 8. For what purpose do you think someone sold Kestrel the cursed orb? How does this tie into the axe theft mystery Lave is asked to solve? What overall is going on regarding these illegal items, and how will it tie into the story?

Capitania do Azar

7. Anything that comes out of Kestrel's mouth is gold, but when he and Lave bicker it's even better!!!

Please just let them bicker more for my amusement

8. It really feels like someone's around trying to spread SOME mayhem and if one object was possessed then maybe it's not the only one... could be a tricky situation

Delphina

Will second that Lave and Kest definitely need to bicker more

RebelVampire

5) im kind of cheating by saying i really like the extra page about the leylines http://damsels-dont-wear-glasses.com/index.php?comic=20160620 its really simplistic yet i think the illustrations work super well to help convey all the world-building information. its just a nice combo of huge info drop with some pleasant visual accompaniment 6) I assume Jake is probably an orphan from some important family? Or that Jake's family is super high up in rank somehow and just went "nah man we dont want this kid no more." while i def think some of jake's hate comes from ignorance, i also get the impression that jake had a bad experience with non-humans. something about jake's reactions just really strike me as ptsd. overall yeah, i think jake is gonna have to overcome it. plus, exposure breeds familiarity. its hard to be in the lion's den and continue to hate the lions.

7) jake and basically any non-human. I really just enjoy seeing jake's various reactions of "eww no" and then having to be confronted with the fact that not all non-humans are bad. It just makes me more and more curious about jake's past. plus, all these interactions really serve as a great tracking devices for how jake evolves in opinion. 8) With Kestrel, I kind of think someone is trying to draw Aishe out. I mean Aishe does have pretty neat butterflies and powers, so I can't blame them. Though I assume its a revenge thing cause I get the impression ppl arent all that happy with Aishe. But thus why other illegal items are being involved because you need powerful stuff to get to the powerful people.

Desnik

That leyline page is gorgeous and informative, I love the combo of worldbuilding and infographics

RebelVampire

QUESTION 9. What sorts of art or story details have you noticed in the way the comic is crafted that you think deserves attention?

QUESTION 10. Who exactly is Aishe and what are their goals? What does this have to do with the undead from the first chapter? Why did Aishe help Jake? What will Lave do when she learns about Aishe?

RebelVampire

QUESTION 11. What do you think are this particular comic’s strengths? What do you think makes this comic unique? Please elaborate.

QUESTION 12. What do you think the story with Chiro is? How did he wind up as Lave’s roommate? Will Chiro and Jake learn to get along? Also, do you think there might be anything special about Chiro that might affect the story?

AshAngelV

6. I think he's come from an entirely different world that doesn't have non humans and magic.

AshAngelV

11. The world building and color scheme are definitely strong points. It feels fully fleshed out and magical, but also very grounded like it's this amazing magical place that's also totally normal. Also, the characters. Having a bunch of flawed characters with baggage is always more interesting than having perfect characters with no problems and even the bit characters feel dynamic. Like they have their own story and interests rather than being part of the scenery exsisting only for the MCs to interact with.

RebelVampire

9) The thing I appreciate the most details wise is just the physical flaws. Especially Lave's scars. Adding details like that can be really tedious, yet it really helps deliver so much character that I always enjoy when the time is taken to include things like that. 10) I feel like Aishe is probably some necromancer from the past who is trying to rectify a mistake that was made. I think Aishe helped for the reason they said: Jake did a kindness and gotta pay that shit forward. I feel like Lave is 100% not going to trust aishe and basically just encourage everyone to do the same. Maybe suggest Kestral seek professional help. But yeah, I don't see a green butterfly person flying with Lave XD 11) I think this comic's strengths lie in two areas. First, the implementation of magic. There are clear rules, there's enough deviations from the standard to be interesting, and the fact its presented as a normal culture thing is well-integrated. second, the color palettes are really amazing and suit the tone and atmosphere of each scene really well. 12) I feel like Chiro might be a bit special since that one person did wonder what species Chiro was or something like that. And that because of this specialness Chiro was outcasted. Hence why he wound up with Lave cause ya know, outcasts gotta stick together. I think Chiro and Jake will bond for sure down the road. Cause i mean Chiro did just help save Jake's butt, and thats gotta earn him some Jake points right?

AshAngelV

12. I think Chiro might be a vamp that just stays in bat form or maybe only has bat form.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 13. What are you most looking forward to in the comic? Also, do you have any final thoughts to share overall?

QUESTION 14. What do you think Kestrel’s role will be in regards to the larger story? Can Kestral and Aishe be detached from one another, or is the attachment permanent?

AshAngelV

14. I think he'll be the guy that's in a constant state of terror and peril. And I think the detaching will be up to Aishe.

ClauseArt

man its super hard not to chime in on these ahhh D8

Delphina

Rebel makes such good questions XDD

varethane

I am looking forward to several things! - what is Jake's deal and how is he linked to aishe -Lave's bite mark scar!!!! what is it!!!!!! -what will Kest do next -more Lave plz(edited)

RebelVampire

@Delphina thank you for saying so~!

13) im looking forward to more aishe doing aishe stuff just cause i dig that aesthetic a whole lot. im also looking forward to learning more about jake so more concrete theories can be made about wtf jake's deal is. and also why nobody else could take jake besides lave cause i mean seriously...theres gotta be more sane choices XD 14) Kest is gonna become a real mage and do magic stuff. also ya know, hide out with lave cause now the ppl he owes money too are probably gonna be out for blood. as for detaching...maybe not so much. i more feel like once Aishe is done with their tasks, their essence will just kind of disappear and merge with kest.

AshAngelV

Hang in there Clause.

ClauseArt

@AshAngelV I will try D8

I can at least promise a lot of these theories are gonna be answered sooner or later

RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- WEEK LONG BOOK CLUB END!

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